Mortgage Helper = KICKED
For the last year or so, I’ve been renting out the spare bedroom in the house to a mortgage helper. What is a Mortgage helper? In a nutshell, it is someone that is a welcomed guest as long as that person is helping with the mortgage by paying the rent you lay down.
Anyway, this mortgage helper has been living in the spare bedroom. In many respects, he has been the perfect roommate because he never comes out of his room. He has some sort of disorder that we weren’t aware of that makes him unmotivated (*COUGH* Lazy Ass!) and so he doesn’t work. In fact, he’s a burden on our health care system right now because he would rather sit around in his underwear and play games all day, and he gets paid by the government! Show me some of that type of government assistance! In fact, his first couple of months with us, he was working for a parking company. Because he never went to work, they canned him. He’d drive home during his shift, go play games and fall asleep, not returning to work.
His parents would try to take his computer away to try to get him riled up enough to do something about his situation. Since he’s not motivated enough to do anything about it, they gave it back. I feel sorry for his parents.
His hygiene is non existant. He showers twice a month, does laundry once a month, and doesn’t even own a toothbrush. I know this because he had a social worker come by one day, and the social worker asked if he was going to brush his teeth. He mumbled something that eventually resembled no. Can’t brush your teeth without a tooth brush!
His life can be summed up pretty much like this: Eat, shit, sleep, play games, repeat. This is evident by the condition of his dwelling. It’s no longer a room. Dwelling seems appropriate as per the picture. To my recollection, none of the bed coverings have ever been washed. You can tell. They are now part of the bed, fused to it. Also, last time I checked, waffles should be stored in the freezer as they are a frozen food. I remember these being there for days. He’s so unmotivated that when his parents bring him groceries, he’s too lazy to put them away.
At one point, he was going through one roll of toilet paper a day. I had to stop buying it. I had to hide it. He went for a week without a roll. It stunk so bad, his parents had to buy him some. That’s beyond lazy!
So although it was nice having some extra cash every month, it’s not worth having a sesspool of germs and bacteria festering in my house at any price. I don’t want to be responsible for keeping a burden on our already overburdened healthcare system in my house. Though I feel sorry for him, it’s time that he learned to endure the real world. If he’d been a real roommate, he wouldn’t be real quick. On April 30th, he’s gone forever! I just hope he’s motivated enough to get his ass out of the room ontime because the Junk Removers are coming in the same day and they probably won’t be able to tell the difference between his room and the crap they pick up on the job.
Time to go shop for office furniture for my new office 😉