Note: I know everybody has heard this, but this is literally keeping me up at night. I just need to puke it out here, so I can think about it less. Erin and myself have no clue what we're going to do with our roommate when he finally walks through that door after almost four days of no communication where bills are concerned, and quite frankly the police may or may not be called to keep Erin from doing something not good. UPDATE SECOND NOTE: Right as I was about to post this, my roommate walked in. Ugh, finally, right!??!??! No. He walked in, and told a WHOPPER of a lie. HE TOLD ANOTHER LIE TO COVER UP ALL THE OTHER LIES HE'S BEEN TELLING!
"Well, you guys didn't get the money order I left on the table? It was for $200. I left it *points* right there. On the table."
All I could do is blink. Just blink and stare with my jaw dropped. The position was perfect for singing arias. I shook my head, and was about to say something, then he told another tall tale that sounds like a lie.
"My mother is in the hospital with viral laryngitis. I haven't been calling because I've been there, and my phone doesn't work. It doesn't answer calls anymore, and I can't make calls anymore. But yeah, I've been with my mother."
As for the "money order", all I could do was look back at him, and say, "Dude, you didn't leave anything anywhere. And for that matter, you could have come and given it to me. There was nothing left on the kitchen table." To which he responded, "Well...I left it somewhere!"
The mother...I can't confirm or deny that. I'm very sure the phone thing is a lie to keep us from calling him anymore. That said, he effectively kept us from saying a word, because the minute he said all of this, before we could register it, he ran back out of the door, saying he only came here, because he forgot his wallet. *blinks* Oh, okay.
What do I think will become of this new lie? I think this will be an easy way to excuse $200 from what he has to pay us, by saying 1) I couldn't cancel the money order, somebody else cashed it, or the more insulting 2) You guys cashed it, you just don't want to say that you did. So now he's got a reason to not pay us whatever he was going to give us -$200. So, like, $100 or something. This pisses me off. The minute I find a job, I'm just going to change the locks. Fuck it.
This roommate situation is becoming overwhelming. I've been putting him on blast for a minute now, which is probably why he's avoiding all of our phone calls. Why? The full situation? I need to now officially make a list of everything he has done so far.
The first offense? The very first offense? Back in June when I needed pain meds, I sent him to the store with Erin's card to pick up some Ibprofen. He comes back with it and the card, but he's got a sketchy look on his face. I don't know what made me pick up on it, but I did. I then promptly asked him for the receipt, and he said there was none. Oh? So I immediately went to check Erin's bank account transactions on his computer, and noticed that for that night there was no transaction for $11 and some change (the bottle cost $10.99 + tax). There was a charge for $16 and some change. So he used Erin's card to buy himself something. What was that something?
Robotussin. Why? He Robo-trips. I have found countless bottles of Robotussin tablets and syrup in his room. Countless. Nobody gets that damn sick. What the fuck? Why do I think it was Tussin? Because I saw a new bottle the next day in his room while picking up dishes (oh yeah, I've been playing maid for a few months now, it's great!). Also, he told me that he likes to Robo-trip. He tried to get me to do it. I nodded and smiled, but turned that shit down. That or he bought energy drinks. Either way, he bought shit with money that wasn't his.
Second offense? He suddenly wasn't "getting paychecks". He told us for a month that he wasn't receiving his paycheck, because they were "fixing his pay rate". Then he proceeded to show me his balance on his phone the second time he didn't get paid. The amount was consistently $0.43. Oh, okay. He's not lying. Right? Wrong. The very next day I told him I'd help him out, and buy him a fan (it was fucking hot!). But when we get there, he says he'll buy it. What? How? "Oh, um, my mom sent me some money into my bank account." *blinks* Between that morning 4am, and this afternoon 4pm? Really? That sounded sketchy.
Then we talked to his manager, and he said he knew nothing about our roommate not getting paid. Naturally, we confronted him. "Oh, I'm not dealing with that manager! He's stupid, and doesn't know what he's talking about! I'm dealing with this other manager." Oh...okay. We gave him the benefit of the doubt.
Then let's say that some how or another I found a piece of paper stating he had been paid. I can't use that as evidence, but it's 100% solid proof against his whole "they're not paying me!" theatrical act. But I can't use it against him, and that is killing me, due to legal repurcussions. *sighs* I had to know, though. I had to know if our roommate was lying to us. And I know now that he was, but at a price. Ho hum.
Third offense? He lies about who is paying most of the bills to his friend (that we speak to!), so he can borrow $500. Our roommate told us straight out that he was going to try to borrow $550. $500 for us for rent, and then $50 for himself so he can have spending cash. He goes to said friend, and said friend only has $500. The clencher is that he told said friend ALL of it was going to rent. He turns around and tell me his friend only let him borrow $460, and that's "all he has!". I shrug, and fully expect that he got more, and is using it for himself. Except I thought he did get the $550, and kept $90 for himself, especially since he wasn't helping to pay his part of the electricity or the Comcast bill (that, you know, runs his work line?!). So I go to said friend, and ask right up front how much he let our roommate borrow. He says $500. I tell him the situation. He is now officially upset, because he was lied to. This causes his friend to take back his car that he was letting our roommate borrow (which was just sitting in the parking lot for two weeks anyway, but that car is a whole 'nother can of worms). And what further makes is obnoxious? He told this friend that he was "getting tired" of paying more on the bills than Erin and myself. When he hadn't even bought in monies to pay anything for a month!
Fourth offense? Trash. He piled bags upon bags of garbage in his closet. We weren't going to touch it, but then the apartment managers came to inspect the apartment, and complained about the overpowering odor coming from his room. So the next night we hauled everything off without even a mention.
The fifth offense is the one that is partially killing me inside, and happened prior to the trash offense. My Nintendo DS. Several months ago, he complained about nothing to do at work. He works from home, and complained that Erin and I had laptops, and he had nothing! So I took pity on him, and let him borrow my DS. My DS that was in it's pretty purple carrying case, and had all of my games. I had four games. The World Ends With You, Cooking Mama, Trauma Center, and a gift from my wonderful friends from Los Angeles, Harvest Moon. Then Erin bought his own game, FF6. So five games in total. When all of this started to go down, I remember with horror that I'd let him borrow my DS. I went searching in his room, but all I found was my purple carrying case. He'd gutted the whole thing, and thrown it in his old suitcase. What? Why? Why'd he take ALL of my games out of the damn carrying case?! I called and called him that night, but we heard nothing from him. Then he comes home that morning, and says, "Uh, it's at my friend's house. I'll get it later." Then he changed his story and said, "Uh, it's at my OTHER friend's house! I'll go get it now."
Three hours later he comes back with a CRACKED DS system, and two games. TWEWY and some game that isn't even mine called Brain-something. I asked him WTF?! He said, "Oh, I was stupid." Fortunately for him I was in the middle of an over the phone interview. By the time I came out to confront him he was gone. Every time he comes here now, he's with his girlfriend, as if she's some sort of protective shield. And even when he's not with her, we feel like we cannot confront him about anything, or else he'll just bounce.
BUT THAT'S NOT EVEN THE MOST FUCKED UP PART. Last night our mutual friend and myself we talking about our roommate situation, because he'd known the guy for years. I told him about my DS, and he asked to see it. He had a look at it, and then said with some conviction, "This isn't yours, I don't think. It's his friends. His friend has /two/ DSs, and they look exactly like yours. But I broke one of them by accident three years ago. I dropped it, and put a crack in it. This looks like the one I cracked. He probably gave you his friend's DS, and his friend won't even care, because he has another one, and this one is broken anyway." Then he said to look at the info on the DS, and my heart stopped.
It wasn't mine. I knew it wasn't mine, because mine said Ian, because I was going to give it to Erin's nephew for Christmas, but then my sister told me she had to sell hers back, and so I was going to give it to my sister. But I still had ALL of the information in the system changed to Ian or my sister's info, down to the date of birth and the color of the panels on the screen. So to see a DS that had MY name on it, when mine hadn't had my info on it the whole time made everything clear as day.
My carrying case was gutted, because he pawned/sold my DS and the games. His friend either had TWEWY, or he picked it up somewhere. But that would explain things better than, "I just took everything out of the case, because I was stupid."
So my roommate STOLE my DS + games, and pawned them. Oh...wow. WHY?! I'm sure if I took his computer and pawned it, he'd be very, very mad. He also pawned (I'm so sure) the iPod I let him use after I got my Zune, because I found that nowhere, either. But the iPod I don't care about, because the earplug on it was busted. My DS I am fucking furious over, and I've had to keep my mouth shut over it, which is tearing me apart inside. Especially since he has nothing else of value to take and sell. He'd notice anything else, and I wouldn't stoop to such a level.
What's bothering me now? He's officially given up contact with us. We needed rent monies, and he has ignored EVERY SINGLE CALL about it. And yeah I shouldn't care, but now he's painting Erin and myself as lazy, no good people, and me as lazy to his new friends, when we took him in back in November 2010 when he was living in a crackhouse. We took him in, asked little of him for a long period of time, took him out to eat, took him shopping with us, and everything. He never had to want for food, or anything. And yeah, we got frustrated with him when he got fired from his job back in February, and all he did was sit on his ass and play video games from the time he crawled off the couch, until the time he went back to bed, but our frustrated was subdued, and we tried to work shit out.
Then we paid for everything the first month we lived here in Tally. Then we paid a larger portion when his first check was small. Then we kept helping out when he got small checks, because ALL of my checks were always over $600. At the end of June I paid all of rent by myself. At the end of July he complained that he's been paying all the bills? And at the end of August he bails, because his new girlfriend will let him ride her car everywhere he wants, buys him whatever he wants, and then he uses bill money that he says he never got paid, to take her out to restaurants like Calico Jacks, when we're putting all of our monies together (Erin and myself) to get lights and Comcast paid?
I know many of you know the whole story already, ut the fact that he has ignored our calls now lets me know something bad is about to happen, and I don't want to have to sell my car to get through. I don't want to have to move away anywhere. I actually worked HARD to get to this point, in my own apartment, living with my fiancee, and some bum we picked up at some crackhouse in Thomasville, who preys on kind and generous people, is trying to ruin our lives because we're no longer footing all the bills, and he actually had to step up while I got back on my feet, after I helped take care of him when he was down? Almost a complete stranger who was just a co-worker, who happened to be a good guy that Erin could make friends with, and do martial arts with, and roleplaying games with, and video games with?
I mean when he moved in, he would refuse to do the martial arts anymore. As if he'd already gotten in, and he doesn't have to pretend anymore. He ate all of our food. We even woke up one morning to him lying on the couch holding the ENTIRE TUB OF ICE CREAM, which had half melted when I walked out, woke him up, and was like WTF? We called him Panda for a month.
It was cute then.
It's NOT fucking cute now. And if he walks up in here like it ain't no thang with less than $300, he's out. Matter of fact, I just want him gone regardless. This isn't working. I just want this blood-sucking vulture out of my life. I already have to deal with an eviction notice. I do not want to have to deal with confronting him about his shit every week, and I certainly don't want to confront him about all of his make believe and lies. *frowns*
