Beesejar said:
Eh, that ain't too bad. I sort of feel like mine is worse, though I'm sure many will post here who have exponentially worse than this.
I worked at Disney World for 8 months on an internship, and over that time span I had five roommates. Roommate number 3 turned out to be the roommate from hell. She hated me, so, so much. Her mentality on being a roommate was she was going to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and whoever else was living in the room just had to deal with it. No compromise, no turning down the lights or the volume if I went to bed because I had work in the morning. She wouldn't even entertain the thought of
discussing doing those things, and because I wanted to discuss she simply hated me. She thought
I was being selfish, because I turned down the lights and the volume whenever she went to bed and I wanted at least some attempt at reciprocation. Imagine that.
One night, I turned out a light to go to bed. It was the main room light, but I didn't see it as a big deal because at least four other lights were on in the room. Apparently it offended her that I would just flip it off without saying anything, so she started to yell at me. So I yelled back, having had enough of being told what to do and when just to meet her demands. We yelled back and forth for about 45 minutes, then at that point I broke down and cried for about another hour and 15 minutes while she continued to yell at me. At one point she even brought the other roommates in on it, trying to bully them into taking her side. They stayed tentatively neutral, trying not to send her even further over the edge.
So finally I packed my bag and walked out of the apartment at 2 AM. Luckily, the bus I took to work ran 24 hours a day, so I hopped the bus to the Magic Kingdom. I arrived at 3AM with a duffel bag, a blanket, and a pillow. I actually had to get special security clearance, as they don't like just any cast members running around backstage at night when they're off work. At first the security guard didn't want to let me in, but she could see I was having a rough night. So I got there, and went to a bench in the cafeteria to try and sleep some before work (which by then I had in about 5 hours). But I couldn't sleep, so I just sat there, cried for about 3 hours, and then got up and went to work. Definitely my worst night, and definitely the worst experience I've ever had with another human being. It was six weeks before I was finally able to get switched to another apartment. Needless to say, I made myself scarce during that time, and spent as little time as possible in the apartment.
Again, there are even much worse days than that. I was lucky nobody died, or I didn't get grievously injured in some way (I was VERY lucky that didn't happen actually, the way she was yelling at me).
