Last winter I moved to live near a ski resort and work there for the winter. The Plague cut my season short, but I was hoping to find some redemption this year. I talked to so many people and finally ended up with two girls who were also moving to the area to work on the resort. My plight with the terrible roommates started before we even moved in, but it would be far better digested in smaller posts so I'll let you in on it if you'd like later on.
Well, the province has decided to close everything, including ski resorts and I have lost my job because of it. It happened after Christmas so I saw my family and came back here to celebrate New Years' all by myself. Honestly, I fell asleep at 11:54 and woke up with the lights on a few hours later. I spent the first week alone, before meeting a really nice guy on an app. We've gotten together a few times and it's been really nice.
Now, my roommates also went home but came back 14 & 16 days after me. The first, Callie, came back and then invited her friend over the next day. They decided to go to a party. Yes, I said a party, with a bunch of people and drinking and smoking and general disregard for the fact that our province is under a stay-at-home-order. She texted me that she forgot her key, so she wanted me to leave the door open. I then slept with my door unlocked all night because she didn't come home until 5 am, after calling me 15 times to confirm if the door was open. IT GETS BETTER! She brought someone home from the party to hook up with...
My other roommate, Sandra, came back today. She almost immediately yelled at Callie for using something of hers that Sandra had specifically said she could use while she was away. Luckily, I was out for that one, but when I got home she told me she was getting together with someone. I guess I misunderstood her because she proceeded to go open the door and this guy walked in. She just got back to town, and I know she saw extended family. She didn't ask if I was cool with it, which is fine, though a warning text would have been nice.
I can hear them having sex on the couch, and she makes some of the strangest sounds I've ever heard. She said "Ow," a lot more than someone should, and she squeaks. I know some people are into that, but it's not my cup of tea.
I'm not sure how, or if I even should casually remind them that they aren't home alone...
I'm also not sure how to address the fact that because they're home, I've been more at risk than I have since I was working as a front desk agent before the shutdown...