Bad Flatmates

Following my relationship break up in May, I was left with the possession of the lease for my current abode. not such an issue for the first 4 months, when working six days a week could quite easily pay all my bills (at the expense of a social life I might add). Late in the winter, work dried up. Six day working weeks became four and a half day working weeks, and things were starting to put a stretch on my financial situation. Eventually, I had to take the inevitable step, and bring in a flatmate. No big deal, and I found one soon enough.
Within three weeks, I was a lot closer to financial happiness. I could buy CD's if I wanted to, my wardrobe received a major update, and the fuel gauge in the car was more often than not on the full side of halfway.
But then came the minor issues...

Like the day I came home to find all my brand new Razor blade cartridges had been used because fellow tenant tried to remove 5 weeks of facial hair growth, or coming home to find my bookshelf had been removed from my office (with everything formerly occupying it ungratefully dumped on the ground) and was now sitting in his room with all his clothing on it, or the fact that I couldn't leave beer in the fridge 'cos it'd be gone before I got a chance to drink it, or the constant lowlifes coming round that he referred to as "friends", or the dodgy apps that somehow ended up on my laptop, or the fact that he pretty much claimed ownership of said laptop while he lived here...SIGH....

But things would and did get worse....
Former flatmate liked to drink. Every night. More than a couple. He also was a pot addict as well...
Eventually, as his midweek binge sessions would often result in him not showing up to work the next day. By the end of his employment, his boss would conveniently "forget" about picking him up, and he'd only make enough to cover rent some weeks, before his midweek issues would consequently render him unemployed (and, dare I say it, unemployable).
It wasn't until recently that I found out he'd been stealing my clothing, and walked off with a $160 pair of shoes.

Five weeks of no rent, deceit and utter BS went by before I ended his agreement to live here. The remainder of what is owing (over $1000) is now in the hands of the disputes tribunal, and I may start selling his stuff (he hasn't been back for three weeks) to pay off the debt.

In the mean time, I may have;
-Used his toothbrush to unclog the razor cartridge that he clogged up
-Used that same toothbrush to clean the toilet seat
-Posted amounts of his debts on Facebook
-Called his parole officer...

The room has now been advertised again. Nice, honest people need only apply...