And the roommate issues continue
Jan. 26th, 2013 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cinaedSo for those of you new to my journal, I share a house with four other people as I get my Master's. Three of the four are perfectly pleasant, quiet, cooperative people. The fourth one is Charles.
Charles, some of you may recall, is the gentleman who doesn't understand how electricity works. A few months ago he screamed a five-minute tirade at me because he'd been leaving the lights on in the hallway and shared bathroom even when no one was using the hallway or bathroom, and I had been turning the lights off to save electricity. The landlord spoke to him and Charles got, not perfect, but better with the light situation.
Cue these past few weeks-- not only has Charles fallen back to leaving the lights on 24/7, but he has decided to start mucking around with the temperature for the house. As in, he turned the heat up to 80 degrees. Now, this temperature thing? Is in the basement. The heat? Rises. So 80 degrees for the house turns into 90 degrees in my bedroom.
I am not exaggerating. It has felt like a sauna in my room. I have been having trouble sleeping, and it's been a bit difficult to breathe at times because the air is so thick and I can't figure out how to open my windows. There are three of us on the top floor, me, Charles, and J. I spoke to J yesterday and he has also been having trouble sleeping.
So today at around 7:30 PM I left a polite note next to the temperature dial. It said, "Please keep the temperature at 70 degrees. Anything higher makes the upstairs uncomfortably hot."
Cue 9 PM. I can suddenly felt the air thicken with heat in my room. I went downstairs. Not only had Charles thrown a hissy fit and left EVERY light in the house on, but he had thrown my note away and turned the heat to 82 degrees.
I freaked out. I called my landlord. I probably sounded a bit hysterical on the phone while talking to the poor guy, but it was so hot. I have been so miserable in this heat. It's been affecting my appetite and my sleep. I explained what had been going on, and that J was also suffering from the heat, and that this was definitely a waste of electricity-- which the landlord pays because we're all paying a flat-rate with utilities included- anything more the landlord has to pay.
The landlord thanked me for letting him know. He's going to be in tomorrow to speak with Charles. From the way he worded things, I am about 70% certain he's going to ask Charles to leave. I mean, this is probably wasting so much money for the landlord. Plus literally everyone in the house has complained about Charles in the past few weeks, even the new girl who has been here all of five days. It's not just me.
...
And even as I typed this, I could feel the heat coming back. Charles has obviously set the heat back up to 80 degrees. Jesus Christ. *facepalms forever*
Charles, some of you may recall, is the gentleman who doesn't understand how electricity works. A few months ago he screamed a five-minute tirade at me because he'd been leaving the lights on in the hallway and shared bathroom even when no one was using the hallway or bathroom, and I had been turning the lights off to save electricity. The landlord spoke to him and Charles got, not perfect, but better with the light situation.
Cue these past few weeks-- not only has Charles fallen back to leaving the lights on 24/7, but he has decided to start mucking around with the temperature for the house. As in, he turned the heat up to 80 degrees. Now, this temperature thing? Is in the basement. The heat? Rises. So 80 degrees for the house turns into 90 degrees in my bedroom.
I am not exaggerating. It has felt like a sauna in my room. I have been having trouble sleeping, and it's been a bit difficult to breathe at times because the air is so thick and I can't figure out how to open my windows. There are three of us on the top floor, me, Charles, and J. I spoke to J yesterday and he has also been having trouble sleeping.
So today at around 7:30 PM I left a polite note next to the temperature dial. It said, "Please keep the temperature at 70 degrees. Anything higher makes the upstairs uncomfortably hot."
Cue 9 PM. I can suddenly felt the air thicken with heat in my room. I went downstairs. Not only had Charles thrown a hissy fit and left EVERY light in the house on, but he had thrown my note away and turned the heat to 82 degrees.
I freaked out. I called my landlord. I probably sounded a bit hysterical on the phone while talking to the poor guy, but it was so hot. I have been so miserable in this heat. It's been affecting my appetite and my sleep. I explained what had been going on, and that J was also suffering from the heat, and that this was definitely a waste of electricity-- which the landlord pays because we're all paying a flat-rate with utilities included- anything more the landlord has to pay.
The landlord thanked me for letting him know. He's going to be in tomorrow to speak with Charles. From the way he worded things, I am about 70% certain he's going to ask Charles to leave. I mean, this is probably wasting so much money for the landlord. Plus literally everyone in the house has complained about Charles in the past few weeks, even the new girl who has been here all of five days. It's not just me.
...
And even as I typed this, I could feel the heat coming back. Charles has obviously set the heat back up to 80 degrees. Jesus Christ. *facepalms forever*
