No, I do not feel at home. This is just the place I sleep.
When Al and Boomer kicked Pink out, they didn't take into account the fact that it would be difficult to find a replacement roommate. I refuse to pay higher rent for more than a month. In the meantime, Pink has done everything possible to make my time here uncomfortable. Everything I do is wrong, from the way I load the dishwasher to the way I park my car.
Apparently it is common knowledge that one should shut the bathroom door after any and all use, trapping steam, stench, and mold. Those who do not do so are condemnable by house law. If Pink's dog happens to relieve herself on my bedding, it is not because of her neglect and failure to shut said dog in her room. It is my failure to shut my door all the way and monitor someone else's dog.
Then everyone else chimes in. Turning down the TV volume? Out of the question. Trying to save money on the energy bill by keeping the heater off? Not an option. Taking down the Halloween or Christmas decorations? Forget it. After all, my opinion doesn't matter. I just sleep here and pay rent here. I just store my personal possessions and eat here. I just get in the way of everyone else's bathroom time here. And knocking? Not happening.
And when I voice my frustrations? I am a conniving, greedy, bossy little bitch. How dare I come in and do all the dishes daily and try to improve the standard of living.
So no, Al. I do not feel welcome. This is not my home. And I wish we won't be able to find a roommate next month. That way I can leave.
