Flatmates from Hell Version 2 – PT 2 They are all older than me.

Picking up from where we left off in part 1, we were in Anna’s room with the electrician. He went straight to the heater and I looked straight at the bag of weed sitting on the mantle place. A clear bag, with bud just sitting there. In the middle of the mantle place. Now the electrition was down looking at the heater but my mind was absolutely spinning. Not only was I dealing with an electrician right now but that thing called a flat inspection had happened just two hours earlier. My brain was racing through the conversation I had with the property inspector and I was trying to remember if anything seemed off. SHE SURE AS HELL SEEN THE WEED. Literally, would have to be blind to miss it.

Side note; I have no problems with people smoking weed. I don’t have a problem that you keep your weed in your room, where else might you keep it?  I do have a problem when you leave an illegal substance out on display for the property inspector to see.

Back to the main story. Now once everyone had left Carrie came home and asked me where her poster was of Will and Kate. I told her I ripped it down and she asked why I said I was angry and then asked her if she had completely forgotten about the fact we had a flat inspection today? She blinked and then said this:

“Yes, I did forget, but it’s not like the house was in that bad of a state.”

So then I had a very stern discussion on that fact that the house was a mess, that I had to cancel my meetings to pick up after her, take the rubbish out and then dropped the bomb that I went into Anna’s room with the electrician after the property inspector had come through only to see a bag of weed sitting on the mantle place.

“I’m sorry that you had to cancel your meetings because the house wasn’t clean enough for you and having weed out is kinda bad but you are not going to lose the lease because of it. It gives you no right to rip down my poster which was a gift from my friend.”

These were the words coming out a 27-year-old people. I apologized for ripping down her poster but then also said how angry would you be if it wasn’t your mess and you have to clean it up despite reminding your flatmates 2 days before the flat inspection and they still don’t clean up after themselves?

She then told me that because she pays rent she should be able to smoke in her room.

Where I seriously questioned if she was being serious or if she was taking the piss. She was being serious. In fact very serious. We then had a conversation where I explained that under no circumstances is anyone allowed to smoke inside. The only person who can is the homeowner. I am explaining to a 27-year old that she cannot smoke inside. I mean how did I end up in this situation?!

So just to make everything very clear because she still wouldn’t accept the fact that she was not allowed to smoke inside I left a message on our group chat.

The image at the top is the screenshot of the conversation.

I thought that would make everything clear.

But no. This would come full circle. But that tale is further down the line.

You might ask yourself what about the other two flatmates Anna and Paul? Well, Anna and her weed kept things relatively quiet for a week or so but Paul couldn’t help himself.

 

Find out the story with Paul in the next part.

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serenpowelljones

A pretty sassy 23-year-old​ living in Auckland.

7 thoughts on “Flatmates from Hell Version 2 – PT 2 They are all older than me.”

  1. Literally, cannot believe what I’ve just read… How can such miserable, insufferable people even live with themselves?! No one deserves to endure this much misery in their OWN home – a place of comfort, solace (and feng shui! Right idea ripping down that poster, ha!). But yeah, your capacity for tolerance in this situation is nothing short of miraculous. I probably would have lost my cool and had a heated face-to-face discussion with them to air everything, but, in my experience, those tend to be so counterproductive. So, I commend your method of dealing with this. Ripping ugly posters/art down, putting their dirty dishes outside their bedroom doors, the odd slammed door; little things like these go further than you’d think. They’ll get the message. In the meantime, hang in there, stay strong… and stay sassy! It’s the only way to make it through the overwhelming nature of big-city life.

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  2. Hiya gal! Can’t believe how crazy these guys are! You poor thing 😦

    How can I read parts 3 & 4? I’ve so been praying that you can sort this all out!!

    I’m moving to auckland in March and have been loving your blog xx

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