Expat Life in Dubai

The Art of Living With Other People

February 5, 2011

as i’ve mentioned on my previous post, living comfortably here in dubai comes with a HUGE price. not only in terms of money but also getting along and compromising with the people you’re going to live with.

sleep deprivation is one thing that makes me a b*tch the next morning. that’s why when i go to sleep, i want my whole place be dead silent or maybe a very faint sound of a radio playing in the background, so faint that i must still be able to hear my own breathing. one loud laughter, doors opening or dropped keys on the floor can wake me up from my slumber and in turn i won’t be able to go back to sleep anymore, unless i’m drunk which happens only on a weekend. and living with a dozen people in one flat won’t give you that peace. so the less people in a flat, the less b*tchier i get the next morning.

but sleep deprivation is just a part of my endless list of requirements in a house. i’m not being a diva or anything like that, let’s just say that i have this normal OCness like any other NORMAL people. like the following:

1. my bed is the most sacred place in my room for me. i don’t lie down on my bed without changing my clothes first. i don’t put things on it like my purse, the only thing that can share my bed is my laptop which doesn’t touch any other furniture in the house either. in line with this, i don’t want other people in their day clothes sitting or lying down on it or their bags on my bed. that’s why i preferred the upper bunk bed when i was still a bedspacer. hehehe. and also, i don’t leave the house without making my bed and i have this uncontrollable OCness to make a note of which part of my duvet is on the upper side of the bed so i’d know when i come back if someone else used my bed. hahaha. i’m a freak so shoot me.

2. the toilet must be clean. i don’t care if the living room looks like a tornado just came in there but the toilets must be pristine clean.

3. it ticks me off if there are unwashed dishes on the sink of a kitchen. the thought of bugs and roaches crawling over the unwashed dishes on the sink gives me goosebumps.

so there i said it, bed, toilet and kitchen must be clean at all times. now in my current living condition, i don’t have a problem with my bed being clean and tidy as i’m the only one in my room but boy oh boy do my flatmates really gets the bejesus out of me on the toilet and kitchen condition. we’re only 4 in the house by the way. they are two guys and a girl on the other room and just me in one room.

but here’s the thing, they go in and out of the toilet with their shoes on living a muddy toilet floor inside and a muddy trail of their shoes outside. i’m not so sure if they know how to use the doormat lying just outside the toilet door. another thing which freaks me out the most: THEY DON’T F*CKIN PUT THE TOILET SEATS UP WHEN THEY’RE PEEING (the guys of course). i mean come on!!!!!!! you’ll just have to use your freaking common sense, even if you’re a guy, you also sit on it when you’re doing number 2 so doesn’t it make sense to you that you’re not supposed to sit on your own pee????? and do i really need to f*ckin tell you that you need to f*ckin do that???? what a f*cked up asshole! and the worst of all, the girl tends to “forget” her used pantyliners lying used side up on the sink. i am THISCLOSE to shooting myself, are you all for real?????? how can you f*ckin live like you’ve never owned a toilet before and you all don’t f*ckin know how to f*ckin use it? of course i clean the toilet myself everytime and the next day, it’s going to be the same thing all over again.

you know if the kitchen is dirty when you walk in it and your shoes or slippers do a nasty sound like the floor is sticky??? you don’t know? ok come over to our kitchen and i’ll show you. i don’t go inside the kitchen much just so i won’t see the horrendous state of it. but from time to time, i do cook and when i do, i usually wash their dishes which they leave in the morning when they go to work. and i don’t mean cups for coffee or anything small like that. i meant POTS and PANS and PLATES and UTENSILS, the whole works. i really just can’t stand all those things lying there unwashed. anyway, there was one time when i washed everything that i used to cook my breakfast except for one utensil and i told myself that i’ll just wash it when i’m done eating because i was really very hungry already. after i used the kitchen, the flatmates used it as well and so i’ve waited for them to finish what they were doing before i went back in to wash my plates. i noticed that they did wash all the things they used for their cooking except for one thing, the utensil that i left there before i went on to eat my breakfast. you think they’re funny? i do so too! i mean i’m washing their used pots and pans and they couldn’t even lift a finger for that one wooden spoon of mine? assholes!!!!

another thing is, they have this uncontrollable itch to drill holes on their wall at 10am on weekends! i’ve no idea what they’re doing in their room, maybe a connect-the-dot puzzle on their wall? but why do you have to do that at 10am on a weekend???? people are sleeping on the other end of that freaking wall!

after all those things that i only kept to myself, i got a note from them one time. the note was on a post-it on the wall just atop the water heater switch which says:

REMINDER: PLEASE DON’T LEAVE THE WATER HEATER TURNED ON WHEN YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE

YES DEAR FRIENDS, THEY HAVE THE GUTS TO DO THAT. well ok, i do turn the water heater on when i leave the house because just in case you don’t know how a water heater works, you’re not supposed to turn it on while you’re using it. you’re supposed to turn it on a few minutes or hours depending on how good your water heater works before you use it and then turn it off while you’re inside the shower to avoid electric shock. well apparently ours take quite a long time to get the water heated and when i go home from work, i shower and have no patience waiting for the water to be heated because i can’t sit or lie on my bed without showering first. i’m OC remember? so anyway, the water heater thing could have been taken by yours truly in a good way because i’ll plead guilty to the case. but to put it on a post it???? what are we? deaf people who can’t talk to each other???? that just disgusts me and proves how tasteless these people are.

i had this evil thought after i saw the post-it notes to do the same thing:

PLEASE DON’T F*CKIN PEE ON THE TOILET SEAT
PLEASE DON’T LEAVE YOUR USED PANTYLINER ON THE F*CKIN SINK
PLEASE LEAVE YOUR F*CKIN SHOES OUTSIDE THE TOILET DOOR
IF YOU CAN’T LEAVE YOUR F*CKIN SHOES OUTSIDE THEN PLEASE CLEAN THE F*CKIN TOILET FLOOR BEFORE YOU F*CKIN GET OUT
PLEASE WASH YOUR F*CKIN DISHES AS YOU GO
PLEASE STOP DRILLING HOLES ON YOUR WALL AT F*CKIN 10 IN THE MORNING ON A WEEKEND OR I’LL DRILL A HOLE IN YOUR F*CKED UP BRAINS YOU ASSH*LES!!!!

of course i didn’t do that. i can’t stoop down to their level and just left their note for me untouched and still leave the water heater switched on.

anyway, we’re not talking to each other and i don’t really give a sh*t on that. besides, the landlord told me that they’re leaving by the end of the month so i’m just waiting for that to happen and just cross my fingers that the new tenants will be ok. these flatmates of mine weren’t coming home for the past week so i managed to maintain the cleanliness of the toilet and kitchen, they came here yesterday and managed to ransack the toilet in just 2 hours after they’ve arrived.

goodluck to the new flat that they’re going to transfer to.

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