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[ SECRET POST #3972 ]

⌈ Secret Post #3972 ⌋

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[8 out of 10 Cats, The Great British Bake Off]

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[figure skating]

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[Pirates of the Caribbean franchise]

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[Jenny Slate/Chris Evans]

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[X - CLAMP]

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[Daredevil]

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[Jeremy Jordan from Supergirl]

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[Sorcery and Cecilia or The Enchanted Chocolate Pot]

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Roomates borrowed one of my pots for cooking, then threw it in the bin instead of washing it.

I had a neighbor that did that!

Ah, the good old "I'm just gonna borrow this... forever."

Our neighborhood code-enforecement nutjob/busybody lives across the alley and one house down from me. He was celebrating a lawsuit win against someone with a $500 bottle of champagne (that he bragged about to his next door neighbors) and loud sex a couple weeks ago. I hope now that he apparently has money to burn he moves far away. I think he might be the neighborhood drone peeping tom, too. He’s written to code enforcement about my (legal) chickens, my mom’s dogs (RIP) (well, yeah, they barked at you; you sprayed them with toxic shit, yelled and them, and kicked the fence whenever you walked by) and my neighbor’s boat trailer, and he calls the cops all the damn time. Apparently his neighbors further down the street have caught him peering over their fence and in their windows before. He carries a fucking clipboard to make notes on when he leaves his apartment.

I hate nosy busybodies like that.

Jesus Christ, what an asshole!

There was a woman a few houses over - not sure she still lives around here - whose husband used to work for the city (in what capacity, I do not know) and she decided it was her job to be nosy about code-enforecement. My mother actually used to work in code-enforecement in a different city in a different state and would tell stories about busy-bodies like that (and also people trying to find reasons to complain to the city when the real problem with their neighbors was about race or culture or age) so I wasn't intimidated by her, but I know she caused a lot of grief for other people, including my landlady.

The properties my apartment building and the one next door stood on went all the way through from one street to the next (not actually a large distance, since the gridded street pattern broke down in our corner of the neighborhood and we were weren't on a regular block). People would sometimes used the path between the buildings like a public sidewalk, even though it didn't look like one and was clearly private property. No one living here cared that other people used it, but no one bothered to maintain it as a public right-of-way, either, since it wasn't one, and snow and leaves got cleared and shrubs trimmed for our own convenience, only. I used to share a garden bed along part of this path with my upstairs neighbor, who would get really enthusiastic about gardening in the spring and plant a bunch of things, then get bored and let her half get full of weeds. Eventually, I got tired of walking past tall weeds overhanging the path, and since my upstairs neighbor clearly wasn't going to do anything and the people who came to mow the lawn never touched the flower bed, I decided to just pull the weeds myself.

I had just finished when busy-body lady walks through the private path, looks at the weeded flower bed, and says "It's a good thing they finally cleared this so we can get through here." I was standing there sweaty and dirty, with stray pulled weeds I hadn't cleared up yet scattered at my feet, and it was clear I had been the one doing the weeding, not "they," and no one had any obligation so do it, since this wasn't a public sidewalk and Her Majesty was trespassing on private property because she wanted to take a short cut. I just stared at her and she walked on by, but man, I wanted to punch her.

AYRT—yeah, it does seem like every neighborhood has one. Maybe yours finally moved to someplace more appropriate for snobs.

Not really a horror story, but my uni roommate was one of the biggest sleeptalkers I'd ever met. Was more entertaining than annoying. Nothing like being woken in the middle of the night by her screaming "NO. IT'S TOO CRISPY, I CAN'T REACH IT!"

My neighbours after got a new place were definitely a horror story. Basically a domestic abuse case, screaming/swearing at each other at all hours, shit getting broken, and eventually what sounded worryingly like the girl being thrown around which prompted me (and I think probably the whole building) to call the police. Turns out the girl was also pregnant at the time, and I heard one of the officers saying that the guy actually bit her. I don't know what happened to her in the end (she moved out not long after he got taken away) but I hope she's alright. And I hope that scummy piece of shit that abused her is still in prison. :( Was a really disturbing experience.

shit! I had neighbors like that too except the woman wasn't pregnant. They moved away and I don't know what happened to them.

Ugh, I feel so bad for people in those situations. I wanted to go over there myself but this guy sounded so rabidly angry and I wasn't sure how to deal with him. :(

My roommate’s ex-boyfriend moved in for a couple years, paid no rent, raided my garden and fruit trees and acted offended every time he was caught, broke my good knife in a fight with my roommate that led to them breaking up, and “well, actually”ied everyone at the drop of a hat. And I’m a slob and so is the roommate, but he made his living, such as it was, from renting his dead parents’ house out and selling used books; his life was nothing but free time... and he never cleaned anything.

Our neighbour keeps heating up his house with a fireplace. Our houses are on a hill so the smoke always drifts directly into our windows. He does it whenever it gets a tiny bit colder than summer, so all through autumn, winter and a good part of spring, we can't really open the windows, can't hang out the laundry to dry and have to wash the windows a lot. We actually saw flames licking out of the chimney several times. I get splitting headaches from the smell as well.
He also managed to infest his garden with stinkhorns and they have infested our garden as well and it's hell because the one season he doesn't stink up the neighbourhood with his smoke, it smells like a truckload of rotting corpses. We try to get rid of them as soon as we find one (which means searching for them every day for about 1 hour because they grow fast) but that's kind of futile as long as he doesn't get rid of the ones on his property as well. So we're stuck with it.

He also has a dog who tends to run away into our garden so he sometimes just appears in our garden without asking to search for his dog.

You see flames, call 911 or your country's equivalent. It sounds like a fire hazard.

Someone actually did that some time ago and it had some effect. As long as there are no flames we can't really do anything that wouldn't create a very lengthy legal issue.

Seconding the comment to call 911 when you see fire in his chimney, anon. Sounds like he has creosote buildup in his chimney and that could burn his house down (and other houses too)!

At the very least the possiblity of Carbon Monoxide poisoning.

I had a roommate who would break into everyones rooms and rifle through our belongings if we weren't there. She was also a complete control freak, which I know was due to her anxiety. But you couldn't leave the room for 5 minutes without her coming and shutting off the TV or movie and yell at you for leaving a glass on the coffee table (on a coaster) for that same five minutes.

And oh god, my next roommates were friends (that are no longer friends because of the situation).
They were supposed to pay 2/3 of the rent, I ended up paying half and them as a couple paid half. I paid all of their internet overage charges, and the heating bill. When I moved out and transferred the heating to my new place, the heating company was like "We reevaluated the bill and you owe us another $300" and they wouldn't give me the money.
They had company over ALL the time. I'm talking literally 24/7. My one roommate stayed up all night and slept all day.
They never took care of their cats to the point their cat got my cat sick. I had to take her to vet to get meds and then sent her to live with my parents. I called the Humane Society on them after they abadoned one of their cats in a field.
I could go on for hours about all of the garbage related to these housemates, but it's not worth reliving it.
Oh, and they have all my furniture because it wasn't worth the fight of moving all my furniture.

Hunker down, because there's a whole fuckin' lot of backstory/context to this'un. In 2005, I applied for the Disney College Internship program and was accepted. This was long before my physical health went to shit, mind, although my mental health was almost as bad as it is now. Also, I was about five years from learning that I'm autistic, so keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that this was my first time living away from home, where I was an only child (my parents learned their lesson the first time). Now the Disney College program gives you the option of living in one of their sponsored apartments, with between one and seven(!) roommates. If you were under 21, you automatically got put in a "wellness" apartment where no alcohol was allowed, and you generally had at least three roommates.

I ended up with five roommates, one of whom I had to share a bedroom with. Things started out relatively okay, but two of them and their male friend were the aggressively extroverted types, and were always pushing me to go out and party with them no matter how tired I was. Also, out of all the other girls in the apartment, only one of them (who was as tired of the pushy ones as I was) ever helped me clean. Now, the Yacht & Beach Club Resort where I worked was having to schedule people with lots of overtime for some reason, with most of us only getting a day off every ten days at best. While the double-time pay was nice and my managers and coworkers were mostly awesome, it was exhausting, especially since my hours were so inconsistent. I might be scheduled to work 2:30-10:30 one day in one area and 7:30-3:30 the next day in a different area. We weren't allowed to sit down unless we were doing children's activities by the pool or driving people around in the golf cart, and while I didn't have arthritis, fibro or a herniated disc at the time, I still had a weak heart, endometriosis, depression/anxiety and undiagnosed autism, so that presented some difficulties. Also, I had just caused my group in lifeguard training to fail the final test, partially because I wasn't able to remember how to do a certain procedure that the instructors hadn't even spent five minutes teaching us the day before, and also because I wasn't confident enough in my speaking voice. So that was a real kick in the crotch, and then a few days later I came down with a cold and still had to work.

One night I came home exhausted at 11:00 PM and went straight to bed, only to have the two aforementioned roommates (one of whom shared the same bedroom with me) and their male friend take turns coming in to wake me up to try and get me to come out and hang with them, even though they knew good and well I had to be at work at 7:30 the next day, had worked eight days straight with my next day off in two days, and worked eight-hour shifts while they only had six-hour ones and got two days off per week. They would sit on my bed and bounce, poke me, shove me, tell me the stray cat we'd been feeding had been hit by a car, play loud music and just whine non-stop, then get offended when I told them to leave me alone. That night was pretty much my breaking point. I tried to transfer to a different apartment and a different part of the park where I could work reasonable, consistent hours, but there were no openings anywhere, so I threw in the towel, turned in my two-week notice and got ready to move back home. The day before I left, these same roommates begged me to leave my Super Nintendo and all of the games with it. I did, but I took the TV with me, 'cause I'm the one who bought it.

Anyway, sorry about all the teal deer. Some old frustrations resurfaced as I was writing this.

Edited 2017-11-19 03:39 (UTC)

I was in the Disney World College Program also! Summer 2007- food and beverage at Artist's Pallet in Saratoga Springs Resort and Spa.
I am also an only child and went there before I was diagnosed with Autism.

I was in Chatham Square and had three roommates- R, C, & A. C & I were the only ones that did any cleaning. I was roommates with R and ended up switching rooms with A to live with C. A went to parties all the time and brought home strange guys. Then left them in the apartment when she went to work. R actually hated Disney and was trying to get into working at Universal Studios. R was also a huge slob. Which was hilarious because she worked in Epcot as a janitor.

C & I fed the stray cats too. My favorite was a huge orange and white male I called Oliver. C ended up adopting him when she went home.

I left the program early due to a family emergency. I was also having problems that came from Autism, anxiety, and depression. I was not diagnosed at the time and would have had a better time if I had been on medication for the anxiety.

I was written up once because a guest complained that I wasn't smiling. I had been informed of the family emergency just prior to starting my shift. I quit not long after that.

Ah, no way! I was in Chatham Square, too! It's a small world, after all. Our cat was an over-affectionate tuxedo cat that my roomies decided to call "Chatham" because that was the extent of their creativity. I wish I could've taken him with me when I left, as he was better company than they were. I'm glad Oliver found a good forever home, though!

I was really lucky in that my working life was good, apart from the wonky schedule. I got along really well with most of my coworkers, and the ones I didn't like I didn't have to see very often. My managers were quite frankly the best I've ever had. I was in recreation after my failed attempt at lifeguarding (it's probably for the best that I didn't pass, as lifeguards at the Y&BC had ten-hour shifts and also at the time I was dealing with some seriously awful periods and could only wear pads for TMI reasons), so I often did a variety of things each day, and worked at a different part of the resort every day. One day I'd be behind a counter, the next I'd be renting out boats, and the next I'd be leading children's activities, handing out towels, doing minor clean-ups and ferrying people around in a stretch golf cart, which was easily my favorite part. Interacting with a bunch of strangers day in and day out was mentally taxing, but luckily you don't grow up as the granddaughter of a semi-famous preacher and the daughter of missionaries without learning how to play the game, so it wasn't too hard, just tiring.

The best day was when ~~the devil~~ Michael Eisner was having some sort of big meeting at the Yacht Club resort. I was working the boat rentals that day, and since it was a slow day rental-wise and we needed to look busy, we cleaned up all the boats. On our breaks, we went into the employee dockhouse and bitched about what a fuck-up Eisner was and how much we all hated him. Now, the meeting was being catered, and after it was over they had a ton of leftover food that they were going to throw away. Entire cheesecakes, baskets of rolls and big bowls of salad and soup and meat. I was sent to ask if we might take it off their hands, and returned victorious with all of the leftovers. The caterers were just glad they didn't have to deal with it. I brought two cheesecakes home to my roommates that night and told them all that the cakes were for them, since I've never been a cheesecake fan. They complained that the cakes took up too much room in the fridge (not as much as their pizza boxes) and a few weeks later I ended up having to throw them out, anyway. No one had eaten so much as a slice.

Anyway, I don't blame you a bit for leaving, and I hate that they wrote you up for that! That sounds like what happened to me when I worked at Petland. I hope everything worked out okay!

Edited 2017-11-19 08:37 (UTC)

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