Karma's Gonna Run You the Fuck Over: The Final Chapter
Starting in September, my roommate (now ex-roommate) lead a campaign of terror, harassment, and discrimination against me, and I've been complaining about it since then.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
The Thrilling Climax!
On Tuesday, I got the mother of all fodder against my now ex-roommate.
In October, my doctor submit a request that I be moved out of my situation with my roommate and into an ADA-compliant single dorm with it's own bathroom. It was denied by the higher ups, but I was placed on a list that would garuntee me a regular single dorm next semester. A regular single wouldn't be too bad, it's just smaller, not fully ADA-Compliant, and I'd only have to share the bathroom with three other people. I said "fuck it" and hunkered down. If I could make it to December with my roommate I'd be in the clear.
Guess who didn't make it through the first week of November?
Her fighting with her boyfriend finally stopped, and she started going after me once again. Only this time, it was extra dickish.
Every single time I did something she didn't like, instead of confronting me about, she'd call her mom or boyfriend and loudly complain about what I did so that I could hear her. It got bad enough that I could hear her through my headphones, which was my normal reaction whenever she started doing this. Just jam the headphones in and ignore it.
He latest crusade against me was that I was a disgusting person and making up my disability so that people would feel sorry for me. The entire thing that set her off on this?
I made pizza rolls in the microwave and she didn't like how they smelled when they were cooking.
So she storms out of the room screaming about how disgusting they smelled and walked back and forth in the hallway screaming about how "she shouldn't have to put up with bad smells in her room". I was, of course, pretty upset, because if she had just asked me to ventilate the room, I would have. But instead she starts screaming like a lunatic. And isn't it our room, you selfish bitch?
I sit and eat my pizza rolls.
She comes back into the room and calls her mom, then starts complaining about me.
I put my headphones in.
She raises her voice.
I turn the volume up.
She raises her voice again, and I hear probably one of the most offensive things I've ever had said to me.
"She doesn't even try to get better, which is why I don't buy this 'disabled' thing. She just wants people to feel sorry for her, and she has everyone convinced it's real!"
Then she (probably) sprayed me with an air freshener. I said probably because as I shut my music off to get ready to storm out of the room, I hear it spraying and my back suddenly felt very cold.
So I grab my phone, haul ass out of there, and call my mom while huddled in the stairwell. Either this bitch goes away, or I'm dropping out because I can't deal with this shit anymore.
Roommate went too far, accused me of faking my disability, and probably sprayed me with air freshener. Loon smash.
The Conclusion of Divine Justice and Happiness
I'm writing this from my cozy, new single ADA-compliant dorm room with it's own bathroom.
After calling my mom in hysterics, I went and told the RA to either get something done about this within the next twenty-four hours or I was packing my stuff and heading home.
By Wednesday morning the paperwork to move me to protective housing was filled out, my roommate was high on the shit list of the university, and my giant guy friend from English class was in my room packing my stuff for me.
By Thursday afternoon all of my stuff was moved to the new room and another friend of mine randomly dropped by to help me unpack.
I've been away from her for less than twenty-four hours and this is the happiest and healthiest I've felt since I was back home in August. My chest stopped hurting within a few hours of being moved, and i'm actually enjoying life right now.
And the last thing I said to my roommate?
"Bye bitch."
Bonus complaint: It's NaNoWriMo and I'm doing terribly.
Anti-complaint 1: My new room is fab. There's a chair in the shower. It's right next door to the computer lab, so I get faint, livable wifi signals in my room that can hold me over until my internet is hooked up next week. It's on the top floor, but there's an elevator. And I have a lovely view of the forest behind the campus that will look ultra fab when the snow hits. And all of my neighbors are big burly men who can guard me.
Anti-complaint 2: I left my old room without warning, and I took the TV and wifi with me.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
The Thrilling Climax!
On Tuesday, I got the mother of all fodder against my now ex-roommate.
In October, my doctor submit a request that I be moved out of my situation with my roommate and into an ADA-compliant single dorm with it's own bathroom. It was denied by the higher ups, but I was placed on a list that would garuntee me a regular single dorm next semester. A regular single wouldn't be too bad, it's just smaller, not fully ADA-Compliant, and I'd only have to share the bathroom with three other people. I said "fuck it" and hunkered down. If I could make it to December with my roommate I'd be in the clear.
Guess who didn't make it through the first week of November?
Her fighting with her boyfriend finally stopped, and she started going after me once again. Only this time, it was extra dickish.
Every single time I did something she didn't like, instead of confronting me about, she'd call her mom or boyfriend and loudly complain about what I did so that I could hear her. It got bad enough that I could hear her through my headphones, which was my normal reaction whenever she started doing this. Just jam the headphones in and ignore it.
He latest crusade against me was that I was a disgusting person and making up my disability so that people would feel sorry for me. The entire thing that set her off on this?
I made pizza rolls in the microwave and she didn't like how they smelled when they were cooking.
So she storms out of the room screaming about how disgusting they smelled and walked back and forth in the hallway screaming about how "she shouldn't have to put up with bad smells in her room". I was, of course, pretty upset, because if she had just asked me to ventilate the room, I would have. But instead she starts screaming like a lunatic. And isn't it our room, you selfish bitch?
I sit and eat my pizza rolls.
She comes back into the room and calls her mom, then starts complaining about me.
I put my headphones in.
She raises her voice.
I turn the volume up.
She raises her voice again, and I hear probably one of the most offensive things I've ever had said to me.
"She doesn't even try to get better, which is why I don't buy this 'disabled' thing. She just wants people to feel sorry for her, and she has everyone convinced it's real!"
Then she (probably) sprayed me with an air freshener. I said probably because as I shut my music off to get ready to storm out of the room, I hear it spraying and my back suddenly felt very cold.
So I grab my phone, haul ass out of there, and call my mom while huddled in the stairwell. Either this bitch goes away, or I'm dropping out because I can't deal with this shit anymore.
Roommate went too far, accused me of faking my disability, and probably sprayed me with air freshener. Loon smash.The Conclusion of Divine Justice and Happiness
I'm writing this from my cozy, new single ADA-compliant dorm room with it's own bathroom.
After calling my mom in hysterics, I went and told the RA to either get something done about this within the next twenty-four hours or I was packing my stuff and heading home.
By Wednesday morning the paperwork to move me to protective housing was filled out, my roommate was high on the shit list of the university, and my giant guy friend from English class was in my room packing my stuff for me.
By Thursday afternoon all of my stuff was moved to the new room and another friend of mine randomly dropped by to help me unpack.
I've been away from her for less than twenty-four hours and this is the happiest and healthiest I've felt since I was back home in August. My chest stopped hurting within a few hours of being moved, and i'm actually enjoying life right now.
And the last thing I said to my roommate?
"Bye bitch."
Bonus complaint: It's NaNoWriMo and I'm doing terribly.
Anti-complaint 1: My new room is fab. There's a chair in the shower. It's right next door to the computer lab, so I get faint, livable wifi signals in my room that can hold me over until my internet is hooked up next week. It's on the top floor, but there's an elevator. And I have a lovely view of the forest behind the campus that will look ultra fab when the snow hits. And all of my neighbors are big burly men who can guard me.
Anti-complaint 2: I left my old room without warning, and I took the TV and wifi with me.
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I so would have turned my phone on while pretending to text and record the harassment to take to court. This bitch needs a fucking reality check, and bad.
Yup. 
The greatest series in all of complaints. 
But on the serious side, how could she think you're faking your disability with the proof that it's real right in front of her face? Even though I do agree that pizza rolls smell bad she took it way to far with the freshner or even talking about it.
But on the serious side, how could she think you're faking your disability with the proof that it's real right in front of her face? Even though I do agree that pizza rolls smell bad she took it way to far with the freshner or even talking about it.
I would have no idea if they smelled bad or not, since I don't have a sense of smell.
If you can get past the smell they do actually taste good. 
I don't have a sense of smell, so...
Grand conclusion, though it would've been more epic if you punched her in the face.
My sister went away to Missouri for college, and in her first year, she and her friend were roommates with an African American girl who was a horror to them. They (my sister and her friend) moved out halfway through the first semester into another dorm. And that ended that.
My sister went away to Missouri for college, and in her first year, she and her friend were roommates with an African American girl who was a horror to them. They (my sister and her friend) moved out halfway through the first semester into another dorm. And that ended that.
Yeah, it would have, but oh well.
I believe this is somewhat relevant:
She’s under my skin
She’s your best dream but your worst nightmare
The enemy, she’ll pretend to care
She doesn’t hesitate she heads for the heart
She’s just so negative and the worst part is
She’ll talk and talk with not a lot of sympathy for you
Woah! Talk about a psycho
Every word you say is driving me insane
Woah! Talk about a psycho
She’s an angel that raises hell
She doesn’t fight fair, couldn’t you tell?
She’ll take your heart and she’ll rip it in half
She’ll hand it back and try not to laugh
And I know that maybe she qualifies as crazy, she’s crazy
The hospital bed is where she’ll rest her head until the day she’s dead
Woah! Talk about a psycho
Every word you say is driving me insane
Woah! Talk about a psycho
She’s a psycho!
Woah! Talk about a psycho
Every word you say is driving me insane
Woah! Talk about a psycho
She’s under my skin
She’s your best dream but your worst nightmare
The enemy, she’ll pretend to care
She doesn’t hesitate she heads for the heart
She’s just so negative and the worst part is
She’ll talk and talk with not a lot of sympathy for you
Woah! Talk about a psycho
Every word you say is driving me insane
Woah! Talk about a psycho
She’s an angel that raises hell
She doesn’t fight fair, couldn’t you tell?
She’ll take your heart and she’ll rip it in half
She’ll hand it back and try not to laugh
And I know that maybe she qualifies as crazy, she’s crazy
The hospital bed is where she’ll rest her head until the day she’s dead
Woah! Talk about a psycho
Every word you say is driving me insane
Woah! Talk about a psycho
She’s a psycho!
Woah! Talk about a psycho
Every word you say is driving me insane
Woah! Talk about a psycho
Best last words ever. But I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that shit. This is evidence of the worst of humanity, and she didn't even had to be a socialist dictator to prove it. But hey, living alone with big burly men to protect you from evil outside forces must be nice. When I get into college, I'm probably not going to get a roommate at all. I'm not risking getting a crazy bitch.
But I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that shit. This is evidence of the worst of humanity, and she didn't even had to be a socialist dictator to prove it. But hey, living alone with big burly men to protect you from evil outside forces must be nice. When I get into college, I'm probably not going to get a roommate at all. I'm not risking getting a crazy bitch.Single dorms are expensive and often disabled people are given first priority, watch out.
I never said I was going to live in a dorm. I'll probably end up saving money and stay home with my parents instead. It's what my siblings did.
I'll probably end up saving money and stay home with my parents instead. It's what my siblings did.Good idea!
Well thank the Flaming Chicken in the sky that you are away from that psycho bitch.
I went back and read all the parts - god damn, what an absolute shitshow. Like someone further down said, my mother would kick my ass without a second thought if I ever said anything like your ex-roommate did. I'm glad you got out of there alive!
Yeah, I'm glad too!
pizza rolls? what are they, they sound yummy 
They're small rolls with pizza ingrediants stuffed inside.
so like a calzone a bit?
Yeah, except bite sized.