Hypocrite bitches

So I had to move out of my old apartment because it was being sold. I was really pissed because I had done all kind of renovations to it to make it prettier, and then the owner tells me she’s going to sell it.

I looked for a big place, since I have a dog, and I found this 3-story house in a rather sketchy neighborhood. It was a 4-bedroom house but there were only two girls in it: a geologist and a criminologist. I told them I had only two priorities: sleep before midnight and that my dog be in good conditions. They said they loved dogs and they both worked at 9am so none of those things would even be a problem. We got along quite well at first, but little did I know…

1. When I started moving in, they were both on vacations so I cleaned up the WHOLE house. Where I found dissected old dog poo in the attic, RAT POO IN THE OVEN, amongst several hoarding collections of cups, cutlery, piggybanks (yes, piggybanks) and a very moldy washing machine. This is where I should’ve ran away, but no. I didn’t.

2. Around 3 months in I “lost” a body wash only to find it half-used a week later in my bathroom. Of course both of them were “outraged” and didn’t know anything about it. Oh, but when I tried to look for an explanation they both said “things have always got lost in this apartment, it’s like there are varies”. Second call, didn’t run away.

3. I eat healthy food, and I eat my three meals at home, so I had a lot of good food in the pantry and fridge. They said they’d like to share food, but by that they meant taking my food and not replacing it, or replacing it with dollar-store food.

4. Finally, on month 5, they decide to recruit a fourth person. Another false impression: a PhD candidate. She seemed nice and considerate. CUNTsiderate, I mean. The minute she moved in, she started to move things around as if everything were hers, although i was a bit grateful because she seemed like a neat freak. But no, hell was about to begin. She complained about everything: she said she found a brown friend floating in her toilet, but it hadn’t been her. She said her cheap-ass tupperware had been stolen. She said that the washing machine had leaked. She even said I didn’t pick up my dog’s poop, when it was hers who was alone all day.

AND THE QUEEN OF THE STORY, her dog pissed on my doormat and 4 days later she hadn’t cleaned it. When I asked her to please do it, she said “i have more important things to do”. IF THIS ISN’T ENOUGH, guess what, the other two said I shouldn’t get mad, and that she had just been busy. And that my attitude was aggressive.

Yeah, goodbye.
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2 Responses to Hypocrite bitches

  1. Four days really it could be worse says:

    I had dog piss on my white couch for over a month. It’s a slip cover so the first week I was nice. “Hey ur dog pissed on th couch.” I got the “OMG I’m so sorry I’ll take care of it.” By week three I was done being nice came home tipsy big piss stain still there got her up out of bed and said clean it yourself, take it to the dry cleaner, or you will pay me to clean it. Nasty bitch said she’d do it. You can guess who really cleaned it me and some oxi clean. Me.

  2. Lettie says:

    Please keep thiorwng these posts up they help tons.

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