The Janice Griffith Roommate Survival Guide
Last week, I came home to find my bedroom door replaced with a beaded curtain. She had moved my bed two inches to the left to “align her chakras” and threw away my pillow because “it had given her a headache from across the hall.” Then she Venmo requested me $200 for “emotional labor” – because she had to listen to me walk. Worst roommate ever - Janice Griffith
Subtitle: What started as a dream apartment turned into a nightmare of boundary-breaking, chaos, and one unforgettable woman named Janice. The Janice Griffith Roommate Survival Guide Last week,
Janice Griffith was a 27-year-old freelance graphic designer who had just moved to a new city for a fresh start. She was excited to find a cozy apartment and a roommate to share the space with. That's when she met Emily, a 25-year-old nurse who seemed friendly and responsible. Janice Griffith was a 27-year-old freelance graphic designer
Four hundred dollars a month in Los Angeles was essentially a donation. I was a broke freelance writer, and my bank account was screaming for help. I ignored the voice in my head that whispered, “There is a body buried in the crawlspace,” and scheduled a viewing.
It was Emperor Julian. The cardboard cutout had been moved to block the exit. And scrawled on its paper chest, in what looked like lipstick:
“The lease is eternal.”