Worst Roommate Ever - Janice Griffith < 720p 2025 >

We’ve all had bad roommates. The one who leaves dishes in the sink for weeks. The one who “borrows” your clothes without asking. But Janice Griffith? She didn’t just cross lines—she pole-vaulted over them while setting my living room on fire (literally).

Let me take you back to what I thought would be the best year of my life.

The landlord finally got involved after noise complaints from three neighboring units. Janice had started a podcast called “Hot Takes from a Cold Roommate” where she detailed, in real time, everything she hated about Megan. She played it through a Bluetooth speaker facing the wall. Worst roommate ever - Janice Griffith

The eviction notice came. Janice framed it and hung it above the toilet as “modern art.” She refused to leave. For six weeks, she camped out in the bathroom, running the shower 24/7 to “drown out negative energy.”

Megan had to hire a lawyer. The lawyer, after hearing the full story, reportedly poured himself a very stiff drink and said, “I’ve seen murder trials less disturbing than this.” We’ve all had bad roommates

To be the worst roommate ever, you must master the art of the grift. Janice Griffith was a virtuoso. She was always “waiting for her paycheck to clear” when the electric bill came due. She promised to set up auto-pay for Wi-Fi, but instead set the password to “YouOweMe$400.”

Megan discovered that Janice had been siphoning electricity from their shared panel to run a secret crypto-mining rig in her closet. The apartment had the ambient temperature of a pizza oven, and Janice’s excuse? “I’m just a hot-blooded person, Megan. Stop being dramatic.” But Janice Griffith

When the heat got cut off in December, Janice was found using a hair dryer to warm her side of the apartment while Megan shivered under three blankets. “Have you tried layering?” Janice asked, genuinely confused.

It started like any other “Roommates Wanted” ad in a bustling city. A spacious two-bedroom apartment. Rent that was almost reasonable. In walked Janice Griffith—charming, witty, and armed with a perfectly curated Instagram feed. She brought a peace lily to the first meeting. She talked about her love for quiet nights and cleaning schedules.

The victim of our story (whose name has been changed for legal reasons, but we’ll call her “Megan”) thought she had hit the jackpot. For the first two weeks, Janice was the model roommate. She did her dishes. She paid her share of the security deposit in crisp $20 bills. She even made homemade kombucha.

That’s the thing about the worst roommate ever. They always start out as the best.