Monday, September 20, 2010

The Epic Note or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Write a Blog

Okay, so here it is.  This is the one, single note that inspired me to create this blog.  I really do hope that someone else can outdo it relatively soon, if only so my blog gets populated and is not naked and exposed, lying there waiting for my roommate to discover its foundations.  Of course, if he does find it I guess he might move out.  There are some pluses and some minuses to this.  On the plus side, he will be gone and we can find someone cool to live in the 7x10 foot-ish room with no windows.  On the minus side, he's the only person on the lease, so that might screw things up a bit.  I can't tell if the possibility of there being no more pissed off notes from him is a plus or a minus though.

So without further ado here it is:

Figure 1:

             9/15/2010

Fellow occupants:

        A few things - rather rudimentary in
    nature but obviously not intuitive so:

1) When the ice trays have two lonely ice cubes in
     each tray, what should you do?  That's right,
     you got it, FILL them with H2O so you
     don't have Jeremy seething at the end of
     a rather (already) shitty day - wondering why
     he doesn't have ice to make a measly cocktail.

2) When you use the couch and pull the "throw"
     into a complicated mess - you guessed it -
     pull it back to its original beautiful composure

3) We need to arrange a TP, paper towel, and
     soap/cleaning supplies assignment list.  This
    week we ran out of TP and everyone shrugged - 
    "Uh - I dunno who gets that"
    → This needs to be corrected

4) Please deposit your internet fees to me asap. Thx

I hope this really is as ridiculous as I think it is and that it actually is worth showing off here.  I also wanted to point out two things here.  The first is that the writer of this note is 24 years old.  That's right, he's 24.  Second, someone threw out my note about the free apples, but this thing is still on our fridge. Let me also just say that until we decided to put a blanket and cover over his nasty couch, it looked a lot worse than what he's talking about.  Oh, and the grad student who is trying to live off of a $700 a month stipend while renting a $600 room is the one who bought the toilet paper last time.  He never does.  He never really buys anything communal.  He did buy a vacuum and did also give me shit the other night for using it though.  He seemed good at that.

Wow, I swear I'm really not that angry.  It's just the little things that you get called out on.  I do admit to being at fault for the ice cubes.  Then again, when I make a "cocktail" I don't need more than  the four that I left, usually.

With that, I bid you adieu mes cheres
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My first post

My name is Lee and I live in a four bedroom apartment in Washington, DC.  It's a cheap apartment in a nice, very convenient neighborhood (Van Ness).  Unfortunately, the apartment gets very little natural light, is pretty small, and there's a compressor or something similar that goes on at odd hours and shakes the wall behind my room.  On the plus side, we do have 2 bathrooms.  One of the bathrooms is even bigger than our tiny kitchen, and features a shower and tub.  Unfortunately, the other bathroom just smells weird from the pipes and we don't use it too often.

It's in this apartment that my roommates and I have created our little world.  It's a similar story to many others.  We're two males and two females, all in our early twenties and either just starting our careers or in grad school.  None of us are from the area originally.  None of us knew each other before we moved in.  We met due to a wonderful little website called craigslist.  We don't really hang out together, but are for the most part civil to each other when more than one person is here.

That's why it's great to write each other notes.  I might not see Kelly for a week, but if I go to Whole Foods and buy too many apples, I can just place the following note on the counter:

Figure 1:
"Free Apples!"
I think Kelly knows that I went to Beloit College.  If not, she might recognize my one-day-will-probably-be-a-lawyer handwriting and think:  "Oh, Lee bought apples and is sharing them.  Isn't that nice of him!"

About half of the notes that we put up in my apartment fall into the free food category.  The other half are reminders to take care of things, mostly cleaning.  The place is pretty small like I said, and it can get dirty if we don't watch it.  Here's a note illustrating that:

Figure 2:
"Please be sure to wipe down the counter and stove top after
you finish cooking in order to help us keep the bugs out!"
That's a nice way of reminding everyone to do their part, isn't it?  Our building does have some bug problems.  But sometimes you need to be a bit more firm, like, say, when your male roommate (who is not the writer of this blog), uses an electric razor somewhere other than his face, and leaves the trimmings everywhere, and you don't want to touch that shit with a ten foot pole, but eventually you have to because he leaves it there:

Figure 3:
"Please clean all hair and toothpaste out of the sink after using.
All trash and hair needs to be thrown in the trash!  Everyone
needs to help keep this bathroom clean!"
Ah yes.  It's this male roommate who inspired me to create this blog.  You see, many times it seems like him and I are the only two people home together.  But I hardly ever get a knock on my door when he needs something from me.  Instead, he'll write me a nice little passive-aggressive note, that indicates his frustration with the way things are going at the current time.  I won't say too many more bad things about him.  I'll just let the notes speak for themselves as they come.  Here's one from almost two months ago.  It's a gem that is kept up in the kitchen:

Figure 4:
"We all must do our part to keep this apt. clean; dishes are very
much central to this effort.  Please don't leave any more
sink-fulls-of dirty dishes.
                                                                                   7-24      Jeremy"
Now, might I just say that I am the reason that this note was written.  At about 10:30 PM on the night of Friday, July 23rd I was feeling sick and tired and hungry and baked some fish in the oven.  Because I was feeling sick,  I decided to leave the dishes in the sink until the next day.  When I got up late the next morning, the sink was clean and I found the note.  Might I just say that I was actually going to clean up the mess I left when I got up, but I heard J-dawg in the kitchen and wanted to avoid going into it, one, because it was him in there, and two, because our kitchen is really too small for two people to be in it to begin with.   Oh, also--I didn't hear a word from the note writer that night, even though he knew I was up until about 1AM (because he was too).  I also wanted to point out the "take no prisoners" attitude that the semicolon gives this note.  It totally lets you know that he knows grammar and thusly that he also means business.

Before I finish this first post, I also wanted to address one more thing.  That is, I know that similar sites exist. There is already the site Notes to My Roommate and there is already the blog PassiveAggressiveNotes.com.  That being said, Notes to my Roommate is completely anonymous and is for people who want to paste virtual notes to their roommate where they will never see them.  Chances are they'll never see them if they're posted here, but this is for the real deal.  PassiveAggressiveNotes.com isn't exclusively made of roommate notes, and I also don't intend for this site to just be filled with passive aggressive things either.  I want this site to be a niche in and of itself, and I also thought of it without ever seeing those two other sites before.  Maybe once this blog has been around for awhile I can get a book deal too.

Finally, I know this has been a long first post but let me say that I will post the EPIC NOTE that actually inspired me to create this blog next time.  I also can't run this blog just on the crap that gets put up in my own apartment, so please send me your notes at notesfrommyroommate@gmail.com.