^ God that sounds like the apartment I just left. The bathroom was exactly the same as yours, right down to the piss encrusted magazines on the floor. Your a good one to clean it up tho! I just used the bathroom at school and wore flip flops when I had to shower. I hope the guy at least thanks you when he finally makes an appearance.
Your story sounds too familiar, I visited an appartment where the bathtub was so filthy it turned completely black, full of roaches, strangely it was in a decent part of town. It's crazy in what conditions some people are ready to live in out of laziness. I'm not exactly a clean freak but keeping hygiene to a minimum makes a big difference in life quality.
I've seen my roommate drink Christmas eggnog in February and judging from the noise coming from the washroom it must have been armageddon down there. How many times did I find my stuff literally smashed in the four corner of the room after someone had hosted a party at our place, I get fun can be wild but sometimes it screamed intentional.
So I ran into the suite mate today-his wife, anyway. They're nice people, but the guy who lived in my room before me was a bit of a slob (I knew this) and they had been too afraid to clean up his s***. But I don't mind getting dirty, if anything, I'd like to (preferably in combat, not cleaning latrines).
Going from place to place every few months, I've had a fair share of room mates who were used to living like slobs. Most of them have a change of heart after the first ripping, but it did turn physical on two occasions.
I have high standards of cleanliness, but I'm actually very easy to room with. If anything, once people get used to getting off their asses maybe 10-20 minutes a day, it's easier than if I just let them stay messy. Fewer obstacles to dodge while navigating through the room. Everyone I've had to let loose on (even physically) I later ended up becoming close friends with.
Buffyuna, during the day or two I was here and didn't have time to clean, I also used another bathroom. Actually, it was the bathroom in my old room (which I still have access to). Don't see the point in cleaning myself if I'm just getting contaminated in the process.
I guess my horror story would be moving in with two girls I met in my senior year of high school.It lasted a week. One of the girls had a boyfriend who would bring his friends over after they had been out partying(which was pretty much every night.(I don't think he had a job. She supported him, and his sneaker collecting habit with two jobs.)). The boyfriend's friends would always bring home a couple drunk, underage girls. They would smoke marijuana and drink and then "take turns" with the underage girls in the bathroom... this really freaked me out. This girl and her boyfriend fought a lot, as you can imagine...
I felt really bad that I knew what was going on with the girls who they brought home but did nothing. It was date rape, without a doubt. I was terrified of his friends...but I could have at least alerted the authorities, thinking back.
Of the girls, I was the only one with a vehicle and they would constantly ask me if they could drive it.Neither had their license yet, so I would say no. I could tell they were really starting to get peeved with me,and those are not the kind of girls you want to get angry.
Then my two room mates started fighting. One of the girls ended up taking a knife and stabbing the other's water matress.police were called. I moved back in with my parents the next day... and I uh, still live with them to this day. :-*I do a lot of fanny kissing now...
I've met some interesting people in this one flat share I lived in, in London, as I didn't know any of my flatmates...
But there came a point when (1) I got fed up of having to share things like a kitchen etc which people would leave dirty and refuse to clean up (and wait for the cleaner who came once a week) (2) A bathroom with random men's hairs in the bath tub etc and (3) I just wanted my own space. Luckily by then I was financially stable enough to do so, so I moved into my own flat in an area I absolutely LOVE (it's quite boho middle class, but surrounded by really interesting ethnic- and dangerous- areas where there are a lot of african immigrants...great place to explore during the day as it's just BUZZING - just stay away from the ropey estates- but pretty rough to go near at night).
One of my flatmates was this tiny russian guy who came to the UK on a 'student visa' as he had signed up for English lessons. However- he really was carrying out a UK business (!) and barely went to these so-called English lessons. He was a bit of a quirky oddball but perfectly polite. Kept to himself a lot.
My least favourite flatmates was a French guy who was rude, left the bathroom in a disgusting state and then- when the mouse problem (yes, mouse problem- it was triggered when the attic was converted into another room, I think they moved downsairs...I have never shrieked as loudly as I did when one ran over my foot) arose, he said it wasn't his issue and refused to do anything about it. He was just gross, had long greasy hair etc. Luckily he didn't last long working in London (and it was a bad time to be in London) he got sent back to the Paris arm of his i-bank.
And then there was another French guy. He was really sweet but also so niave. Poor guy had been so shy as a teenager etc and in his early twenties. He told me that he had spent his time at University pretty much on his own and didn't have any friends (not one). I think the worst was that he had never had a proper girlfriend or anything like that (he was around 30 at the time) and the only physical contact he had with a girl was when he paid for a prostitute and he said that the only thing he wanted was her to just hold him and to just hold her, and that was the best bit of it. He was lonely.
He basically had really low self-esteem; he was a bright guy and not exactly ugly. He eventually moved out as he later confessed he had a crush on me and couldn't bare to be living with me as I was not interested in anything more (I think it's because I was the only female in his life rather than I was in anyway a crushable person! I'm far too honest for his sensitive soul!) Anyway, he's made huge leaps and bounds in the past few years....it's so good to see he has come out of his shell a bit, is making new friends and seems to be genuinely enjoying himself in London. I'm really really so happy for him. I just hope he doesn't still live off lettuce leaves and ready made hamburger patties which he flash fries!