As most of you know I’ve had issues with the immature girls who live at Carriage Cove. Well this one takes the cake. I’d moved out 3 weeks before my check out date because I couldn’t stand living with those girls anymore. When I first moved in they were FANTASTIC! But one bad mistake – sleeping with a guy from my mission and while scare crapless hoping I wasn’t pregnant, I turned to them for support. They alienated me, avoided me, paired off, and counted me among the spawn of Satan. I wasn’t invited to church with them anymore, I wasn’t invited to any church activity, you name it they quickly ran out the door before I’d even attempt to ask if I could go with them.
Today was my check out at Carriage Cove. Yesterday I spent the whole evening CLEANING! My bedroom, the bathroom – there’s still dark spots on the tub, I’m sure they’ll fail me, the kitchen, everything! I was PISSED! So at 9pm I gave up and went home. Everything was done. I planned to come back at 8am to check out like planned. I went into the office and Dawnetta, the manager, tells me to leave the keys and paper work on my desk in my room. So I went back over to the apartment and left it there. When I walked into my room I saw something that pissed me off like no other. THE STUPID @#$!%*&!()*& (#*&$!~)%& USED MY BEDROOM AS A GARBAGE ROOM!!!!! They took every bit of garbage they could find and PUT IT IN MY ROOM!!!!!! I quickly gathered everything – IT WASNT MINE! And ran it out to the dumpster. Making sure to try and wake the house as I rushed things out. Banging as I left. Danielle woke up and opened the door. I screamed at her “THESE ARE NOT MINE AND HOW DARE YOU GUYS USE MY ROOM AS A DUMPING GROUND RIGHT BEFORE CHECK OUTS!!!”
“We put it in there because we didn’t know who it belonged to.”
“We knew you’d clean it out because you were coming back”
Right then I almost punched her in the face! I took the last bag of crap before I could punch her and rushed it out the door. She went back to her room. I came back in, went into my room, dropped off the keys and locked the door as I left. As I rushed to my car before I could picked up a friendly rock and pitched it towards a bedroom window of the roommate I’ve hated most and I’m sure cooked up the plan, I called Carriage Cove. Dawnetta was in the office but didn’t answer, so I left a message. I explained what happened and said “If anything else fails, I’m sure I’ll know who to blame. I spent a day cleaning that place!”
All I can say is I’m SO GLAD I’m not going to have to deal with those STUPID, IMMATURE, RUDE, and B!TCHY 19-22 year old GIRLS anymore.