Fucking roommates asking me to do their dishes. Fuuuuuuu.
I clean the kitchen Thursday, get a random call to go camping, I'm away from then untill mid-sunday.
Kitchen is a fucking disaster when I get home, not a single dish was cleaned all weekend....and these fucking dirtbags are too lazy to even scrape their plates clean when they are done eating.
I decide, fuck them I'm not touching the kitchen untill they clean it. One roommate does ONE dishwasher load on Teusday, there are STILL dishes from teh weekend down there.
This morning, "So you think you might want to do some dishes at some point man!?"
"no...I dont, because *pointing to all the specific dishes* these are all from the weekend, where I was not here, so why do I need to clean other peoples dishes?"
"well, I know this one glass bowl is yours...."
"Well, I would have properly rinsed it, and then put it in the dishwasher, but the sink was full of your mess, and your dirty, moldy siht, so I didn't want to touch it, and shouldn't have to."
..."*silence*"
"It seems to me, If I'm not doing the dishes, they just don't get done, thus I'm the only fucking one doing it, and you can bitch at someone else to clean up your mess for you."
And I'm going away today until Monday, which means its going to get worse and it already fucking smells.