Post by DazaB_WCFC on Feb 27, 2008 0:09:57 GMT
I've just had a rant at the SMFC Robot about this but as he has no concept of anger...
Time for a Tinpot rant.
My housemates. Well, one in particular.
How difficult is it to wash up after yourself? Especially if you're cooking for, Erm. one. I will tell you - not difficult at all. Now, I will confess to occasionally (regularly) rushing breakfast in the morning etc, and leaving my cereal bowl until I get home, but to continually eat and not wash things up is simply frustrating for the rest of us. People have continually told him/shouted at him/asked him politely that if he doesn't want to wash up, then to do two things:
a, use his OWN pans etc. and
b, leave them in HIS room rather than in the kitchen for the rest of us to move.
It would still be disgusting but at least the rest of us wouldn't have to worry. Oh and Knives and forks, plates, bowls; where do they go? I'm sure they're all embedded into his room somewhere. And guess which mug keeps buying new stuff. When confronted today by Chris, one of my more sane housemates, he said 'you can borrow this one' which turned out to be some we'd bought all but days earlier
Another thing: The internet. He's on it constantly, playing stupid games. The thing is, the modem is in my room, so when he's playing games at 5am, guess who gets woken up - thankfully my anger has stopped people banging on my door at stupid o clock in the morning. It has also led to Chris and I partaking in our now favourite pastime of me unplugging it when I go to bed or him leaving some really large downloads going to slow his games down
3. Lectures. How difficult is it to get up in time for a lecture? Now I'm not a morning person, but I am always in at 9am if I have a lecture. To turn up at 10:30 then expect to nick all my notes etc is understandable once, but not every week!
4. Rudeness. It strikes me as rude when you go into a room without even acknowledging that someone is there unless he wants something. Am I right? It just annoys me.
I really don’t know how some people would ever get by living on their own. If he didn’t live with people with common sense he’d have blown himself up by now. I mean, he was grilling sausages with the grill closed the other day causing the fire alarm to go off. (This is probably the third time it’s happened.) In fact cooking in general. It’s quite amusing. He will decide what to eat (something with chips – the concept of cooking vegetables is clearly lost on him probably because it doesn’t say Gas Mark 6 – 35 minutes, cook from frozen or heat on full power for 1-2 minutes on the potatoes.) Once he’s decided what to eat, he will cook each thing separately. This is because, he tells us, it says gas mark 6 on the fish fingers and gas mark 7 on the chips. ARGH! The best bit is, he sets the timer then as soon as the 20 minutes or whatever is up – that’s it. It’s out of the oven. Even if it looks uncooked like it normally does!!!
When we first moved in, he asked how you use the washing machine. Now come on, how difficult is it? Surely he can’t have had his mum doing it ALL the time until he was 19?
RANT OVER>
I’m going to calm down with a bottle of Joseph Holt 1849.
Time for a Tinpot rant.
My housemates. Well, one in particular.
How difficult is it to wash up after yourself? Especially if you're cooking for, Erm. one. I will tell you - not difficult at all. Now, I will confess to occasionally (regularly) rushing breakfast in the morning etc, and leaving my cereal bowl until I get home, but to continually eat and not wash things up is simply frustrating for the rest of us. People have continually told him/shouted at him/asked him politely that if he doesn't want to wash up, then to do two things:
a, use his OWN pans etc. and
b, leave them in HIS room rather than in the kitchen for the rest of us to move.
It would still be disgusting but at least the rest of us wouldn't have to worry. Oh and Knives and forks, plates, bowls; where do they go? I'm sure they're all embedded into his room somewhere. And guess which mug keeps buying new stuff. When confronted today by Chris, one of my more sane housemates, he said 'you can borrow this one' which turned out to be some we'd bought all but days earlier
Another thing: The internet. He's on it constantly, playing stupid games. The thing is, the modem is in my room, so when he's playing games at 5am, guess who gets woken up - thankfully my anger has stopped people banging on my door at stupid o clock in the morning. It has also led to Chris and I partaking in our now favourite pastime of me unplugging it when I go to bed or him leaving some really large downloads going to slow his games down
3. Lectures. How difficult is it to get up in time for a lecture? Now I'm not a morning person, but I am always in at 9am if I have a lecture. To turn up at 10:30 then expect to nick all my notes etc is understandable once, but not every week!
4. Rudeness. It strikes me as rude when you go into a room without even acknowledging that someone is there unless he wants something. Am I right? It just annoys me.
I really don’t know how some people would ever get by living on their own. If he didn’t live with people with common sense he’d have blown himself up by now. I mean, he was grilling sausages with the grill closed the other day causing the fire alarm to go off. (This is probably the third time it’s happened.) In fact cooking in general. It’s quite amusing. He will decide what to eat (something with chips – the concept of cooking vegetables is clearly lost on him probably because it doesn’t say Gas Mark 6 – 35 minutes, cook from frozen or heat on full power for 1-2 minutes on the potatoes.) Once he’s decided what to eat, he will cook each thing separately. This is because, he tells us, it says gas mark 6 on the fish fingers and gas mark 7 on the chips. ARGH! The best bit is, he sets the timer then as soon as the 20 minutes or whatever is up – that’s it. It’s out of the oven. Even if it looks uncooked like it normally does!!!
When we first moved in, he asked how you use the washing machine. Now come on, how difficult is it? Surely he can’t have had his mum doing it ALL the time until he was 19?
RANT OVER>
I’m going to calm down with a bottle of Joseph Holt 1849.
.