Housemates

rainbowtrout wrote: »

Lived in Carrick on Shannon for a couple of years. Nice house, nice people for the most part. But because most of the town work in the MBNA call centre you can expect to live with at least 3 of them at any one time, so expect a lot of converstions to revolve around the place and the people that work there.


Anyway... there was a girl of 18 living with us at the time, we were all early to mid 20s, she had moved into Carrick to repeat the leaving cert. Spent most of her days on the couch watching home and away, ricki lake, oprah etc etc. Used to waffle on about how great she was at every subject but couldn't understand how poor her grades were, used to be annoying me then for grinds (I'm a teacher) as a result of missing so much school. She NEVER washed herself or her clothes and the smell from her room even with the door closed was unbelieveable. Her mother used to drop in with food for her every now and again and would give her things like a cooked leg of lamb which she would then leave in a press instead of the fridge for about a fortnight until you started investigating what the smell in kitchen was and it would start talking to you when you found it in the press. She would still be eating it at this stage.

The houseowner lived with us and she found one of these mysterious pieces of meat one day in the press so she gave some to her dog, who promptly coughed it back up, gave her a dirty look as if to say 'are you trying to poison me?' We were fully expecting to find her lying dead on the kitchen floor someday with a two week old joint half eaten lying beside her. It wasn't like she couldn't afford food, but she did have bizarre ideas about storing it.

The house I lived in previous to that had some pretty strange characters in it too. One guy was on the dole, and had moved to Leitrim because he reckoned that it was the cheapest county to live in on the dole. I can kinda see the logic in that. But he was very strange. More or less a hermit. I was living in the house for a fortnight before I saw him, he rarely left his room, and ate at odd times to avoid us. He had a computer but we had no telephone or internet connection, so spending at least 20 hours a day in a room that was no more than 9 x 9 probably isn't too healthy and there wasn't much to do all day.

He used to bring home crates of tins of beans and peas and various other tinned foods from the supermarket. He would then have them arranged perfectly in the press (Sleeping with the Enemy style) and every now and again, he would rant at us that we had stolen one of his tins (which we hadn't) and he knew because one of them was moved a bit. Even if it was something that none of us liked. So there were plenty of silly conversations of the type
'You stole my tin of peas'
'No I didn't, I don't even like peas'
'Yes, you did, it had to be you, who else could it be?'
'Maybe you just miscounted and you forgot you ate a tin last wednesday'
'But there were 20 there earlier and now there's only 19' etc etc etc

... and other silly stuff of that nature. That's not even the tip of the iceberg where he was concerned.

nowuckenfurries wrote: »

i sorted that out eventually by placing a slice of ham under the wrapper of the butter & funnilly enough they never touched it again!!:D

Archimedes wrote: »

I share an apartment with 10 other people, which include a proud loyalist, an obsessively/annoyingly tidy lad, a ridiculously messy girl, a party crazy girl, the quietest man in the world, a chinese girl who invites her million friend over to cook spices that burn your throat from across the room, an older guy from Jordan, a guy from Derry who I cant understand and a girl the rest of us think is a serial killer..........to name but a few....