Well, our roomies are gone now for good; but I thought that this could be an interesting topic. I will commence to vent about our former roommates!

We moved to Cali, from NY. The agreement was, that we would settle in, and the roomies would join us in a month. OK. They were also to get jobs; my husband actually secured roomie 2, a good job tattooing. OK.

Fast-forward. The roomies got here, and for the first month, they put-off their job searches. Roomie 2 refused to work at the tattoo shop that my husband secured for her, because "she could not function getting up early ((like before noon...") Roomie 1, her boyfriend, turned down two foodservice jobs because they both wanted him to cut his goatee and take out his facial piercings.

So! Roomies treated our apartment, as their own. They came and went at all hours, LOUDLY, when hubby and I had to wake up for actual WORK, which they seem to not udnerstand the concept of. So.. one night it came to a head. They were up until 3am in our room, playing Playstation.. I KINDLY asked them to stop, because I could not sleep.. they both acted put-off and complained, and only stopped after about a half hour..

So last week, I stopped being a doormat. I demanded that they look for a new place, since demands for them to at least look for work, had fallen on deaf ears. They are now living somewhere in San Fran in their van. They both have family back east that would gladly pay for their return and house them. I know this from personal experience hearing them say it.

Would you feel bad? I sure don't. They've told a mutual friend that living in their van is "1000 times better than living with those losere"(meaning us.) I think that we got bilked. You?

I am SO glad that they are gone! Hubby and I have slept better in the past few nights than anytime since they arrived.