I don't know what it is about having roommates, but even when you all get along apparently there can still be conflict. Even over things that shouldn't create conflict.
I'm moving out this month because I'm going to be student teaching shortly. Basically this means that a new roommate had to be found to take over my lease. Julia found a roommate and we signed the lease again. What I was vigilant about keeping clear when we were at our apartment agency was that I am on the lease until January 1st. This was to ensure that people would not pull stupid b.s. to me.
Julia and her new roommate never made anything clear. Apparently the new roommate told the person taking over her old lease that she could move in around the 16th. Julia decided I would be out by the 19th and 20th when she was planning to come back to move out of her room because she wants the one I have. However, all of this planning was done without, you know, talking to me.
Apparently I didn't have a right to be kept in on the loop, even though I paid rent and am the one who is on the lease... all of this month. So, I have no idea when I can move because I need my family to come and help me move because I have numerous large and heavy objects to move (fishtank stand, desk, bed, bookshelf, etc.). Obviously my leaving predicates on when my family can come get me - it should also be noted that I don't have a car.
I am stuck here. This is where I have to live until I can go home. I was told that it probably won't be before the 20th. So, their plans they made without me are put to a crashing halt. And you know, not everything is about me. As they mentioned, I should just stop being so inconsiderate and move all of my large and super heavy objects out into the living room and just sleep on the couch for what could be the better part of break. Because it's unfair for the new girl who isn't paying any rent to sleep on the couch, and it's super unfair to ask that Julia just leave her room unlocked and packed up so that the new girl can move that stuff out so she has a room. It's also totally ridiculous for Julia to just let the new girl sleep in her room until she comes back - that, too, is beyond impossible.
No, it makes so much more sense to have me and all of my copious belongings of various sizes and weights be stuffed into a living room. Especially considering my stuff won't fit into the living room. It also makes sense to have the person who paid rent and is still on the lease be kicked out. What makes even more sense is that even though I found the apartment, have been living here three years, and am the one who agreed to let Julia sign a lease in the first place that I get the shaft before leaving.
Ignoring the outright unlawful, rude, and out of line demands these ladies are telling me I should cave in to, I thought Julia was my friend. Right now she's not only showing me we're apparently not friends, but she's treating me like I'm an enemy. She's treating me like I don't matter and that hurts my feelings. I didn't do anything to her and she just demands that I take into consideration other people that are involved in the situtation. Um, yeah because you're doing so much taking into consideration of what works for everyone? Julia is the one with a car, various male relatives willing to help her move, and all of a month to come back anytime that she wants to move in to the room I'm living in. I have about three weeks of a possible window - which is probably only two in all actuality.
Julia is the one who can be flexible. If she is so concerned that the new girl get to sleep somewhere other than a couch, how about offering up her own bed? Or if that doesn't work, how about she put her stuff in the living room because she won't be living here while the three of us are. Also she doesn't have a lot of stuff and none of it heavy - it would fit in the living room and really not be that big of pain in the butt to move.
I have a fishtank to deal with, a computer to disassemble, a desk to disassemble, a bed to take apart, a bathroom to break down, clothes to unpack, a tv and dvd player that I'd like to use while waiting for my family to get me. I mean, it doesn't make sense. What's more is I still plan on showering for those two weeks. I'm using MY bathroom, because it's mine and I paid rent and I'm living here.
After being treated like I don't matter... I'm not about to cave to what they want. I don't think it's right. I paid rent. I'm on the lease.
What was really sweet was I had a meeting with a professor and it was right after getting nasty texts from Julia so I was upset. My professor offered up her place for me to stay after the 14th because she would have been gone by then anyway. And I was seriously considering it until the parents blew a gasket because I've paid rent. Plus it would have been a pain because it still would have meant having to move all of my big stuff into a storage unit. And I'd have to entice friends to help me move into my professor's place since I don't have a car.
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