The Roommate Tango

So, as many of you know, my living situation was not all that pleasant this year, for a variety of reasons. One of my roommates (the young one hrmmm) rubbed me the wrong way from the minute I walked in the door last August. We battled constantly, back and forth, but it's strange to look back and realize just how little I knew about her life, despite having shared a living space for 8 months. All I knew of her were her volume (loud and louder), her uncleanliness (her hair was everywhere, she never cleaned dishes, empty of half-filled bottles scattered througout the apartment, etc.), her wanton waste, her insomnia (she pulled the weirdest hours), her messed-up friends, and her incredible dislike for me, among other things. I'm sure all she knew of me was my continual nagging to clean up and help out and pleading with her to turn the volume of her music down. I'd rather not have someone thinking that that is all that I am, but I suppose it can't be helped now.

Anyway, it comes time to leave, and I'm the last one. I figured I'd be doing most of the cleaning up because I'm the last, but I was fervently hoping that she would at least clean the dishes that had been molding in the kitchen from her use. However, totally disappointed with that one. Not only did she fail to clean up after herself, Maggie and I seriously thought she hadn't left until we realized she hadn't come back for two days. A list would make it easier to explain why:

1. she didn't clean anything up
2. she had left things in the bathroom
3. she had left things in the kitchen
4. her tv, microwave, and other boxes were left sitting outside the door in the hall (actually blocking it to the point where Maggie had to move them)

With so much stuff left, we seriously thought she was coming back. Her friends ended up moving the boxes in the hall to storage, and I don't know what I would have done if they had been left to sit there. I probably would have sold them (hey, they'd be pitched anyway, and I was NOT about to move them to storage for her. I'm not that altruistic). However, the stuff in the apartment is here to stay:

1. 5 pitchers that she bought to use for her drinking party
2. a huge party jug thingy
3. ALL of her pots, pans, and kitchen stuff
4. shot glasses
5. a pair of pants
6. what seems like a very expensive and as yet unworn pair of knee-high boots

The worst thing about all of this? I have to pack it all up and make sure that I or Maggie don't get charged for them being left. Firstly, I wouldn't move them to storage because a) that would be a lot of work for me and b) I can't get a hold of her to actually do that for her. Secondly, she seems to care so little for the stuff since she left it all that I doubt it would even be worth it to do so.

The nicest thing about all of this? The boots seem to be just my size.... :P