A few years ago I had lived in a shared flat with people I haven’t met before I moved in. I had no time to look for a one bedroom flat because it is usually very hard to find one that you can afford in St Kilda, and I just needed to rent a place to stay for a few months, so I basically accepted the offer of the first real estate that I met.

It was a three bedroom flat with a common living room and kitchen and we also had a tiny study which we mostly used as a storage room as none of us actually needed a study. I was sharing the flat with a Portugese boy and a girl from France who were full time students in Melbourne. As I was a little bit older than them and had no interest in college parties apparently we were not getting along well with each other, plus the girl had a really messy dog that I hated and as this was not enough every time I was out for the weekend they would make party at home and leave all the dishes in the sink and all the garbage around the house for at least two days after. It was a complete nightmare.

Moreover the main reason for that apparently was the fact that they never bought any detergent – for washing the dishes, for cleaning the bathroom tiles, or simply for window cleaning. In fact, they never cared about cleaning at all and I was usually the one that was taking care of it. But after the first two months I decided that I would leave it with them and just clean my room when I’m moving out so I can get my deposit back. And if they wanted me to give them a receipt for professional cleaning I would have just called Cleaning services Melbourne and booked them for a few hours. Cleaners in Melbourne are really easy to find nowadays, so I was sure that this wouldn’t be an issue at all. So I took all of the detergents that I had bought and put them in a cupboard in the storage room leaving a note that these are mine and should not be used.

To my surprise a few days later the dish-washing detergent was missing from there. I was extremely angry but decided to remain calm and simply bought another one. The next day the story repeated itself again. This time I just couldn’t hold it anymore so when I saw them at breakfast I raised up the issue about my stolen dish-washing detergent. They both laughed at me and claimed that this is extremely stupid of mine to think that they would have done that. Of course, I didn’t believe them and kept blaming them more and more. It all ended up with some unpleasant things said by each side and I left for work. Of course, I bought another apple flavoured dish-washing detergent on my way back home and out it in the cupboard again.

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