2 weeks to go
Two weeks and my last roommate ever is moving out. I say last ever cause after this I’m done.
I’ve had a good run. The list of roomies looks like a who’s who on arnoldcam:
Orange: me, Geo & Tim
Diamond Bar: me, Geo & Lisa and then me, Lisa & Jay
Chino Hills: me, Jay, Phil & Brad and then -Jay, +Jeff
Diamond Bar: me, Phil, Charlie
South Pasadena: me & Peter then +Eric then +Joel
Pasadena: same 4
Pasadena: me and Joel then -Joel,+2nd Peter then -2nd Peter, +Tim, then -Tim, +Dustin, then -Dustin, +Kyle, +Brandon, then -Kyle, then -Brandon, +Josh.
What’s that? 16? Three were really great and two were nightmares and the rest were average. So that’s not too bad.
After this run though, I’ve noticed that my patience for what’s allowable has really lessened. Mostly cause in the beginning I was one of several people sharing a place equally. Now, it’s my place and I’m renting a room. It’s a huge difference to me but I think the distinction is lost on some people.
The last one is really nice guy, easy to get along with, but a little high maintenance as a roomie. How? Glad you asked. I’ve been dying to tell someone. Josh is a fitness buff to the point where everything he eats is some low fat, high protein version of whatever. Apparently eating this kind of stuff requires three plates at every meal and five glasses a day. Some for water and some for smoothies. He blends smoothies when I have people over and we’re talking. He leaves several days’ dishes piled in his room and is fine with spilled boxes of food on the floor of his room. On neat days, his room is littered with clothes (clean piles and dirty piles) to the point where you can’t see the floor. I remember living like this as a junior high kid… perhaps I should put up posters of Farah Fawcett and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in there. He does, however, have a huge eight foot by eight foot poster from Hollister on the wall. He asked me how I liked it and I said “It’s cool. It’s like you have an Abercrombie & Fitch meets homeless bag lady thing going on in here.” He also cooks full, three course meals from 2 am through 3 am, which would be fine if he didn’t wake the dog up (who cries all night cause he needs to go pee) or leave the oven on.
Now I’m home working and in the next room apparently, there’s a girlfriend spending the day in his room while he works. This is “interesting”. It would seem I’m running a hotel now. I wonder if I’m supposed to offer clean towels and a lunch menu, but I’m drawing the line at pushing the little cart around.
In two weeks though, it’s over and the room will get a coat of paint, a new carpet and the pitter patter of roomie feet will cease to echo in arnoldcam manor.