Simple student house etiquette

In my flat we're all one big family... we basically share all our food and the cleaning. I'd hate to live in a house where you can't unwind and everyone is so uptight about stuff.
 
daz said:
In my flat we're all one big family... we basically share all our food and the cleaning. I'd hate to live in a house where you can't unwind and everyone is so uptight about stuff.

Us too, we have a joint bank account and we buy all our food and stuff together, saves loads of money and effort compared to cooking for yourself. We don't even have roters for cleaning or anything, people just get on with it.
 
Hamish said:
We don't even have roters for cleaning or anything, people just get on with it.

We have that... It takes certain personality types for that to work though. Some people need to be put in line with a dictatorial rota-type system.
 
Will said:
Yup, glad to be out....living in PJM now, much nicer, new flatmates are all cool as well :)

You could have ended up living with me, we've got a vacancy downstairs :eek:

What number are you at?

Burned_Alive said:
PJM Massive at OcUK! :D

Lock the bathroom door from the outside with a coin ;)

Haven't tried that yet, it's gotta be done though.....lol

Also, what number are you at?
 
Hamish said:
Us too, we have a joint bank account and we buy all our food and stuff together, saves loads of money and effort compared to cooking for yourself. We don't even have roters for cleaning or anything, people just get on with it.


One of our flatmates fails to cook microwave food and is so ilierate she can't read instustruction... "Cover tortias in tin-foil and place in an oven at 180*C for 5 minutes, or place on a microwave proof dish for 30 seconds on high power" Guess what happens when you tattemp both and place tinfoil in the microwave.
This is the same person who used a knife to get a muffin out of a toaster when it was switched on *BANG*!

The other flatmet cooks up dog food. His idea of cooking is to boil a chicken breast with a small ammount of pepper, or maybe chicken breast with a small ammount of carrot, or maybe leak- but never combing more than one vegetable, no seasoning, no herbs, no sauce....

Previous flatmates have struggled to cook super noodles and ate take-aways every single night.

Even the best cooking flatmate I have had would have made sharing cooking impossible. We had entirely different ideas of what to cook, would eat at entirely different times and would barely be in the flat at the same moment each day.

One flatmate, the other endless cups of tea. drinks nothing but oranage squash, I drink coffee or real orange juice. The guy hates rice and I love it, he hates spicy food or italian food or stirfrys etcc, I love them. I eat at 6pm he eats 9pm.


Sharinbg cooking and food is more orless impossible unless you find clones of yourslef to live with. Its the small things, like cereals- every likes different kinds (I'm not going to pay ahsre of kellogs cocoa pops!, ANd the milk, people use different milks, I personally hate milk and use it sparingly on cerelas. My flat mates drink it by the pint.

Just makes no sense.
 
Burned_Alive said:
PJM Massive at OcUK! :D

Lock the bathroom door from the outside with a coin ;)

Hmm not done that yet :D By the way you're the bloke with the silver 106 I always saw parked near Nosh Da yeah? If it was you I saw you the other week, parked right outside my old house in Portland Street. Was tempted to take a photo of your car for the 'cars you've spotted this week' thread :p

Serj said:
You could have ended up living with me, we've got a vacancy downstairs :eek:

What number are you at?

I'm in 73. Give us a shout sometime on msn (same goes for you Burned_Alive), seems theres quite a lot of us here according to what thebrasso (former Aber man himself) has been telling me, all interested in cars....
 
D.P. said:
hmm,
I was seeing a girl once who lived in a flat of psychologically distressed individuals, 2 of whom had comitted suiced in the past. 3 of them would regularly go into the bathrrom, slit their wrists, watch it bleed for an hour and then wrap it in a towel and walk out leaving a bath stained red in blood and blood dripped all down the corrdor.

I had no idea it was so common. I guess we have to thank the uni for putting like minded individuals together in frsher accomodation!

Yeah, so maybe they are slitting the wrists as contrl thing, or some other disturbed things.

One of them wasn't called Carrie by any chance ?? I suspect not, but thats waht my ex partner used to do when we were living together, she'd go in the bathroom, lock the door with me outside asking if she was alright and she'd be in there cutting herself with my razor blades !! :eek:

What I used to hate was coming home from work to see that the dishes from 3 days ago were still in the sink and she'd be sitting there nattering to her screwed up mates on msn on the internet connection which I'm still paying for, think it might be paid for now actually. When I asked her why they weren't done she'd say she wasn't feeling well enough or too tired. Yeah right, not tired enough to sit there and use the net all day. And it was me that ended up washing them, aswell putting the vacuum cleaner round, putting the bins out.

The other one which really annoyed me was giving her £50 towards bills and food, coming home and discovering she'd bought ps/2 games with that money. I marched her back to the games shop that day with the games in hand to go get my money back.

The other one was her leaving her dirty undies on the bathroom floor. Am glad I'm out if that one though, it almost cost me my life.
 
Etiquette has gone out the window in my house since christmas, 2 of my housemates have decided they don't have any responsabilities any more. We previously had a rota for cleaning, washing and tidying, but these 2 never do any housework anymore, so me and the other housemate have to carry their weight (unfortunately we all share the same plates, pans etc, so I can't just leave the washing). However, there's still some rules I try to enforce:

- You leave the bathroom in a decent state when you leave it
- You keep the noise down after people have gone to bed
- No one touches my food! Drives me round the bend if someone nicks my food
 
I lived with a right muppet in my final year. He was 19 years old and didn't have a clue about anything. We found him on the university housing website and only one of us met him before the beginning of term. I could go on for hours about him but I will just list a small number of the things he either did poorly or didn't/couldn't do at all.


Kitchen
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1. We had a washing up rota and on the first day he had to wash the dishes he did so by running everything under the cold tap. Not one thing that he washed was clean. We spoke to him and showed him how to do it properly but he kept washing them under the cold tap. This continued for months before we told him not to bother.
2. He cut most of his food with a pair of scissors because his mum didn't trust him or didn't want him to handle sharp instruments.
3. He couldn't operate a brand new bottle of sauce because he didn't know about the piece of foil that was under the cap.
4. We only had a small fridge freezer and every time he went shopping he bought a few months worth of food that took up 3 of the 4 compartments.
5. He ate with his mouth open and also made a really weird noise while chewing. It was a bit like the sound a dog would make if you cellotaped it's nose up and put a hood over it's head.

Lounge
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1. He commentated on every single TV program we ever watched. The worst occasion involved the snooker when Stephen Hendry was on for a 147. He said he didn't like him because he was Scottish and proceeded to shout miss every time Hendry made a shot.
2. Whenever anyone was doing a crossword he would come and sit right next to the person rather than waiting for the crossword to be passed to him. The reason why this was so annoying will become apparent further down.
3. Whenever there were any leads or plates on the floor he always managed to trip over or break something. If you placed a massive sign saying 'please do not fall over me' in the middle of the room he would fall over it.

His Bedroom & Personal Hygiene
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1. He didn't clean his room because he said he didn't know how to work the Hoover.
2. He didn't open his bedroom window in all the time he lived with us because his mum didn't want him getting a chill.
3. He didn't wash his clothes or bed sheets because he didn't know how to work the washing machine or tumble dryer. He only told us he had never washed his clothes when we confronted him.
4. He only ever had two baths during the time we lived with him. He didn't even have a shower.
5. When he shaved he left all of the hair in the sink.
6. As a result of all of the above he stank. We had to confront him because the smell in both his room and on him got so bad it was making us feel sick. Most of our friends refused to come round because of the smell.

Comedy Highlights
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1. In our bedrooms we all had lights with fans attached to them. When the light in his room blew, rather than unscrewing the light cover he used a screwdriver and took the whole fan attachment down with the light. He then struggled to put it back up again because it was too heavy for him to manage. When he had managed to screw the light and fan back to the ceiling he then changed the light bulb. While this was happening I had the bright idea to turn the fuse for the lights off. When the light in his room didn't work he rang an electrician rather than asking us to help him. I felt bad but it was so funny at the time.
2. His course mates had a group outing at Christmas. They all told him to wear something red and daring. He went out in just his Man Utd shirt, a pair of shorts and some brown shoes. This was in the freezing cold weather. We found out via another friend that his course mates didn't even bother going to the same club as him.

While he wasn't violent and he didn't make much noise he was an absolute nightmare to live with. We spoke to him about his hygiene on 3 or 4 occasions but he didn't do anything about it. He also had a problem with staring at people. My mate nearly split up with his girlfriend because he scared her so much she didn't want to visit anymore. He also refused to pay any bills without his mum or dad checking through every single detail first. I'm sorry for the long post but I couldn't pass on the opportunity to let everyone know how bad my housemate was. Basically, do the opposite of what he did.
 
Will said:
Hmm not done that yet :D By the way you're the bloke with the silver 106 I always saw parked near Nosh Da yeah? If it was you I saw you the other week, parked right outside my old house in Portland Street. Was tempted to take a photo of your car for the 'cars you've spotted this week' thread :p



I'm in 73. Give us a shout sometime on msn (same goes for you Burned_Alive), seems theres quite a lot of us here according to what thebrasso (former Aber man himself) has been telling me, all interested in cars....

Thats me, however its more of a muddy brown at the moment than silver, its now in PJM, will be around town from time to time as im a lazy git :p Im in 116
 
My brother shared a room with a few guys in his first year at uni. It was a room for 4 people. One never showed up, another he is still mates with after graduating, and the other only lasted a term, but oh... what a term it was.

He was the smelly mummy's boy variety... thought he could coast on the basis that daddy was paying the fees and why shouldn't he just arse about? He never went to any lectures and just used to lie in bed all day. He never showered. He just sprayed on more and more Lynx which he referred to as "a shower in a can". He didn't brush his teeth. He used to jack it under the covers with other people in the room going about their business. He once chundered down the back of the radiator and refused to clean it up because "that's what student life is like".

He turned up for about 2 days of the second term to arrange his departure from uni.
 
When one of our mates from the first year dropped out of uni, six of us were left with finding a seventh to fill the room for the second year (it was a big house - three floors). Our landlord took it upon himself to find this person and we ended up with a layabout pothead. He lived on the first floor and we'd often hear him shouting upstairs to people to keep the noise down when there was no-one up there. We once found him crouched down in front of the washing machine in the middle of the night watching it go round. We also found out that he kept his bedroom window open so he could enter and exit via the drainpipe, leaving the house open to anyone that wanted to come in the same way.

One of my mates greased the drainpipe and he stopped soon enough.

When I got back to the house after Easter he'd vacated the property with a large amount of our stuff. I got off lightly but my favourite Jack Daniels mug was gone. I hate that guy.
 
punky_munky said:
You sure he didn't have some kind of mild autism?
Maybe. He did display some of the symptoms associated with autism. I'm sure there was something wrong with him but my mates just thought his parents mollycoddled him and as a result he couldn't do or didn't know how to do the simplest of things.
 
I cant imagine how anyone could survive doing a roomshare with someone else, whether they liked them or not (unless its your gf/wife/partner etc)

I have to say it would drive me absolutely certifiable within days.
 
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