Fortunately, this is happening. My dad came over yesterday and changed the locks and fixed a few other things and everything is as good as it can be until we can get a coat of paint over some of the damaged wall. What the hell was he doing in the room?!Today, after an SWF vollie meeting at Walsh Bay, I came back and reorganised the pantry. That's right, people, I now get a whole pantry and fridge! Well, I'm sharing with Boff but seeing as he doesn't cook, I'm going to claim it all. That, and throwing out some of Sam's unsellable/undonatable stuff, has made me feel a whole lot better.
I also called James, the guy who laid my floorboards, and he's coming over tomorrow to check out the damage in Sam's room. Basically, all the floorboards at the entrance to the room are suffering from severe cupping due to retained moisture. This is because the idiot never toilet-trained his dog Ella as he promised.
When I complained about her peeing all over the house (prompted by incidents such as going to the bathroom first thing in the morning before having properly woken up and stepping in a puddle of pee outside my door) all he did was keep her in his room all day and night and the poor thing wet the floor waiting to go out.
How bad is it? You can trip on it if you're not careful. Check this out:
I did also want to share with you the height of ridiculousness that correspondence reached over the past few days as well. After I sent the email I reproduced in my last post I received:
Actually your communication was quite distant leaving me notes all the time is not open communication and your bedsheets I don't know what you are going on about anyways this is all symantics I hope that you and david enjoy living together and good luck with everything okay.
(sic)
It's true that I left him notes a lot of the time, but that was because I was usually out from about 5pm (before he came back from work) and regularly came back at 11pm+, after he had gone to bed. What was I supposed to do? Knock on his door, wake him up and tell him to clean up after his dog or whatever? If I could, I talked to him directly but even then he was evasive and I felt he didn't like to be 'confronted' however nicely I requested that he consider things from my perspective. So leaving notes was the best way to communicate.
And don't even get me started on the bedsheets. I'm not entirely sure how to explain how I came to own two sets of orphaned pillowcases. Nor how to explain the sudden reappearance of my bedsheets on the common (strata) line before he left. I NEVER use the strata line for anything other than floor rugs because I have a portable line that can be moved indoors if it rains. How coincidental could it be that the two sets of sheets he washed happened to be the same colours as the sheets which were separated from the orphaned pillowcases.
Anyway, apparently that wasn't enough. He emailed again (I hadn't replied for a day):
I also found whilst living with you that you were very secreative about things and very quiet which raised suspisions and alot of my food was taken as well especially fruit and the comment about touching your things is a crazy accusation.
(sic)
I'm sorry? I was secretive? Me, who kept her bedroom door open all the time when she was at home? Or did you actually mean yourself, Sam? Who always had his door shut and only left his room to go to the bathroom or get food?
Also, there is nothing wrong with being quiet. That was probably the best thing about you. I was quiet because I would come home late and, being considerate, used headphones whenever I wanted to listen to music or watch DVDs.
I'd also like to know when and what type of fruit was taken from you, Sam. Because I saw an awful lot of your stuff go to waste into the bin when you didn't touch it for weeks. Me? I kept a very close eye on my food. I counted avocadoes and apples and pears. I measured my juice every morning. That's how I knew you were taking my food.
I'll tell you another way I knew you were taking my food: you never put things back properly. Packages that I had carefuly folded and clipped to form a more or less airtight seal were suddenly found sprawled open on the pantry shelves. Cocoa powder, which I know loses flavour when exposed to air, was left open in its box. You put empty packets back in the fridge/on the shelf.
The end of it is this, my final reply:
I was going to write a long email with documentary evidence to the contrary, but it isn't worth the time. You are free to think what you
think and I know nothing I say or do will convince you otherwise.
I was hoping we could be civil, but for some reason you want to pick a fight. Apart from any legal matters to do with your tenancy, you'll be pleased to know this is the last you'll hear from me.
Adeline
And his:
I don't want to pick a fight with yourself was just expressing myself so that it's all out in the open, as I have said despite our differences I wish you luck in the near future and let's just call this a truse as well this is a final message to you.
Thankyou
Someone give this guy a clue. Seriously. And while you're at it, teach him how to spell and construct a sentence.
(I feel so much better now it's all out)
What kind of clinic is he at, I wonder? I hope a successful one.
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