A few months ago, we were interviewing for a new housemate. Writing the ad and showing people through the house was a painful insight into exactly how important various inane things are to this guy. We couldn’t have anybody who liked pop music, because god forbid someone likes that shit and actually listens to it. One day, we had an afternoon with back to back interviews. Housemate changed his outfit three times that day.
On our ad, he was the ‘musician/student/barista’, which was great when people asked who the musician was, and what he plays. “Oh, you know.. just like .. I’ve got a few projects .. nothing really at the moment..” Ha ha. Fuck you.
You tend to develop a bit of a spiel, showing people the house, the rent, we’ve got a washing machine, don’t mave a microwave, etc. This was my personal favourite part of his spiel.
Me: So it’s $xxx per month, and a bit extra for internet. I think we worked it out to be about $5/week or something like that? (look to housemate) It’s great though, really fast, ridiculous download limit that we’ll never reach…
Housemate: Yeah! It takes like, 20 minutes to download a one hour HBO episode!
… No. It takes “like, 20 minutes” to download an hour of TV, arsehole.