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Great Decision
A couple years back I worked at a well-known coffee shop chain inside
a grocery store. Everyone else hated the manager, but me, being new,
gave her the benefit of the doubt. I did my best to get along with
her, despite the fact she couldn’t schedule correctly to save her
life, couldn’t spell (and she insisted on labeling everything, so
even the customers could see her poor grasp of the English language),
kept us regularly understocked, was extremely overbearing, and thought
her shit didn’t stink.
My lease was coming up soon, and she mentioned she wanted to move
closer to work, so she asked me if I’d find a place with her and be
her room mate. She told me she had two small dogs, was clean, etc. I
decided I could deal – worst decision ever. My first red flag was
when the apartment manager tried hinting at me that L’s credit was
through the floor and it was basically my app that got us in. She
also lied about having one dog on the lease, which I finally found
out was HUGE. It was also very sick (and I ended up in the hospital 4
months later getting told I might not pull through, because of that
dog).
She was so deplorably dirty that, no matter what I did, the
cockroaches outside inevitably moved IN. What I thought was a good
location turned out to be a terrible one, downstairs behind two
restaurants. L’s habit of being filthy and the fact we had a half
inch gap under our front door was just asking for trouble. Well, it
came. Her pothead, drunk of a boyfriend would cook and let things
splatter everywhere and never clean up after himself. She would
constantly complain that she had to do all the work – except, it was
me doing it, trying to maintain a semblance of cleanliness. She also
had no concept of how to do laundry and continuously broke the
agitator (spinny thing in the washer), leaving me having to call
maintenance at least once a week.
Now, if I had an apron I left in the car and it had a little
chocolate sauce on it from an earlier shift, I didn’t much care and
wore an apron for an extra shift or two before washing it. She yelled
at me for this, demanding I be cleaner. Consider the fact that my room
was the ONLY bug-free bastion in our apartment, and after washing her
aprons (which didn’t get clean because she packed the washer so full)
she left them on the floor for the bugs and her disgusting dogs to
crawl over, I was a little dumbfounded. I still can’t understand how
someone can sanitize everything in sight at the workplace, and get
home and be filthier than a pig. Think about it, guys. You just don’t
know who is handling your food and making your coffee. Dog fur &
dander, cockroach poop, dog pee — her work uniform was a cesspool.
Things deteriorated so badly that I just stopped trying. I locked
myself in my room and ate only food that came pre-packaged (that I
had to hide behind all her science projects in the fridge so she and
her beau didn’t eat them). She started taking that out on me at work,
giving me less and less hours until I had to ask for help with rent
from my parents and look for another job.
After numerous calls to animal control and the apartment management,
who refused to do anything other than “warn” her, I realized I was
stuck. She then discontinued paying bills on time, citing “money
problems” – even though she still makes double-triple what my
now-husband does in the military. There was never a month where a
notice wasn’t posted on our door, or our electricity was shut off
(she only paid half the rent and electric, I paid everything else..
for an apartment I could barely live in). I even tried talking to the
store director about my hours, and he refused to help me out.
A customer ended up offering me a job. My last night working at
Failbucks, I left everything as clean as I possibly could and took
the good way out. However, after my shift L went in and made it look
like a tornado ripped through the place, causing me to get three
phonecalls at 5:30am the next day from the opening shift girl and two
general store managers, chewing me out. What. A. Bitch. A month after
I landed my new job (13 hour shifts and 3 hours of driving each day;
it was hard but at least I never saw L at home), I ended up in the
hospital because of L’s refusal to clean up any of her messes.
By the time our one-year lease was FINALLY up, she got one of our
best customers to come clean the place for only $40. Joke was on her
though, we lost our ENTIRE deposit and actually had to pay MORE. As
if all the insult and injury weren’t enough, she conveniently didn’t
pay her half of the remaining bill (even though she promised to),
changed her number so the apartment manager and I couldn’t contact
her, and stuck me with it. Moral of the story? NEVER live with your
boss, and ALWAYS be aware of who is touching your food.
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You were an idiot to move in with her in the first place.
I really didn’t need your story to know that moving in with someone you barely know and who is your boss is one of the stupidest choices anyone could make. Seriously, what were YOU smoking?
And what’s with the hinting that the dog somehow caused you to be in the hospital expecting to die and NOT filling in that part of the story…
OP: Did you also write the story about your boss and the sexual text messages? The commute time seemed identical.
Also, it would seem that common sense would say not to LIVE with your boss unless you have to. When the rental company said that it was your credit getting you the appartment you should have said ‘This isnt going to work’.
For anyone feeling sorry for someone like that remember they could find a place on craigslist. There are a lot of people who dont even check credit and they could have just as easily found one of those.
I would say the moral of the story is to get to know somebody a little before moving in with them….
To the OP: If you’re stupid enough to have done all that in the first place, you’re too young to be married. Especially long-distance to someone in the military.
If you’re not divorced in 2 years, I’ll give you $100.
I certainly feel bad for you, and I can tell you why she was that way. The night and day difference between her cleaning habits is the result of an anxiety disorder. The stress of having to make all those command decisions at work, then do the same at home was too much for her. So, she lived so messily and lied about it before hand because she could no long deal with the stress of having to make that many decisions. It can be a sad thing when it gets that much out of control, and I understand it myself as I tend to be a little that way myself when it comes to my laundry and personal affects. But, once in awhile I cope with it and actually clean up as a matter of self discipline. Your old boss certainly had none of that (probably because of the pot).
But I hope this teaches you a valuable lesson of picking roommates. Ask for references from others that lived with them. Drop an surprise visit to where they are living already to get an idea of their living habits. Do a lengthy interview/discussion with them before making a decision. And always get in writing how you are going to divide the bills and keep records of all bills and payments so you can go to small claims court if you need too and get your money back.
Everything about this story is disgusting
I don’t know why anybody would move in with their boss anyway.
You are an idiot
Does the phrase “look before you leap” come to mind? Ever?
Your story (or stories, if you’re the poster of the next one also) is BS. Unless you have some reliable facts to back up your tale, I am pretty sure that diseases are not transmissible from dogs to humans. Unless you were somehow eating the dog’s feces; And why would you do that?
“Never go full retard.”
All of the things you are complaining about could have (and should have!) been easily checked out before you moved in with her.
duuuuurrrrrrr
I want to call this one BS because i can hardly think someone would think that moving in with your boss, that you don’t know at all, and all other employees hate is a good idea, especially when you’ve been told that she in a lot of debt.
2 choices: you’re totally stupid and asked for problem, or this is BS. I hops this is BS
The whole point of the words HOME and WORK is that they are 2 SEPERATE places.
Now stop being a dumba** and try living right.
Chica beat me to it but I still feel the need to say it anway. You’re an imbecile.
Moving in with your boss has got to be one of the stupidest things a person can do. I was talking with one of the cooks from the restaurant at the motel I work at the other day and he was telling me that he got evicted and has been couch surfing for the last couple of weeks. He mentioned that the restaurant manager, his boss, suggested he move in with him since he has an extra room. He was actually considering it and I spent our whole break giving him every conceivable reason I could think of why that’s a horrible horrible idea. It’d be bad enough living with a co-worker but living with your boss is far worse. The biggest reason I could think of would be the highly likely possibility that the boss/employee relationship wouldn’t stay strictly at work. You could have the greatest boss ever but eventually the work hierarchy would begin to show itself in the roommate relationship. Before you know it your dirty plate in the sink of your apartment becomes the deciding factor in whether or not you get that well deserved raise.
Why did you stay for the whole year? Usually there is an out clause in a lease where you can leave early; you might forfeit your security deposit or something but to stay in that situation for a year is just insane.
Ok first of all your dumb for living with the boss that you already didnt like and second what did the dog have that 4 MONTHS later you got and were told u werent going to pull through???? or are yo an attention deprived person who just needed to throw that in there?!?!
Someone got pwned.
Blah, Blah, Blah……….are you done talking yet? Sheeeesh.
What happened to reading comprehension? 13 hour shifts plus a three-hour drive each way does not equal a 13-hour shift with a three hour COMBINED commute.
I don’t think the OP is the same for the two stories, writing style is completely different.
NEVER EVER EVER GIVE SOMEONE THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT, IF OTHERS HATE THEM THAT IS A GOOD INDICATION THEY ARE BAD.