Sunday: More Shopping, and Problems with Roomies

So, we all got together last night after supper and planned out who would be taking which tasks. I have three: cooking, dishes, and the garbage/recycling runs. The cooking and dishes ones are fine, as I wash dishes when Zax cooks, and Zax washes dishes when I cook. As for the R/G runs, it’s only whenever we have a pile or the garbage bin is full… or I feel like it, really. So not too complicated really, and it’s a lot better than vacuuming or washing floors. Ernest was more than happy to take the job of cleaning the shower room and water closets, which left vacuuming the hall and washing the kitchen to Edi. Both were happy that their jobs were basically only a couple hours each weekend and it’s made life easy enough to adjust to for all of us. Z and I also inherited the weekly grocery run, as we are the ones who know what is needed, but the other two agreed that they’d go along with us because they would know what they each wanted added to the list (also, it’s easier to tote the food between 4 than it is 2). We’d agreed to go Sunday afternoon so we could all sleep in – Ernest because he also wanted to make an additional stop for cleaning supplies, and Edi wanted to finally go to the supermarket because we never bought what he wanted (not that he’s ever given us a list, he just bitches when we don’t magically know what he’s wanted). Either way, we 4 were off to hit a few places – one for cleaning supplies, one because I heard about an Asian supermarket where we could buy chopsticks and tofu (and some other miscellaneous ingredients that Zax wants for his dishes). The only problem came when Edi disappeared before we left so, once again, he avoided some of the work. No matter, we three musketeers were off on a journey to resupply ourselves (we go through more food than I thought we would, but it’s not too bad, really). The thing that really bothers me about Edi is his inconsistency. He says stuff, but then when you ask him about it, he changes the story. Or he lies. An example would be when we went out to smoke on Saturday night. Now, only Z smokes from our flat, but I usually go and keep him company. Edi joined us and kept spinning lies. Now, I don’t mind spinning tales for the purpose of jokes, but he didn’t do it that way; he lied outright, and whenever Z or I would call him on it – because they were obviously lies – he’d refuse to admit they were jokes and spin even more outrageous things. For instance, he tried to convince us that the bag he was carrying contained a large amount of weed that he’d bought for 80 quid. Now, I may not know much about the subject – I know enough considering that I’m from Montreal – but I’m not stupid enough to believe that something the size of a Toblerone would – ever – be available for purchase at 80 pounds. Also, I could see through the bag that it was a Toblerone bar. But nope, he was adamant that it was weed. The whole story isn’t just that I’m upset he lied, it’s more that the fact that he’s willing to lie for that that I’m worried about how much I can trust him as a flat mate. He’s immature, he wants me to wake him up – like I’m his mother, he uses me to play translator all the time, and he’s irresponsibly undependable. He’s, effectively, not the kind of person you want to share a flat with.