Almost. In the ongoing saga of Things Going Wrong, and in the spirit of using my blog to bitch unreservedly about my personal life, I add the following complaints:
- my management company has not returned any of my three phone calls about the “fix-it” list. On this list includes the fact that I have no mail key (and I’m expecting the security deposit from my last apartment) and a faucet that drips hot water at an alarming rate.
- apparently I have the worst management company ever. Note to apartment-hunters: poke around online first. Don’t let this happen to you.
- I just got my vaccinations for my upcoming Panama trip. Do you know how much vaccinations cost? Do you know you could just buy an iPhone instead? I did not. And iPhones don’t make your arm sore.
- I have to give my cat an enema tonight. We’re both really looking forward to it.
I once moved into a house that had two broken window panes (it was a big, old place, with loads of windows before you think I’m totally blind for not noticing them early on). We found them because the two rooms in which they were located were unseemingly hot and of course told our landlords straight away. Weeks went by during a very hot summer with no reply. Fed up, I made a copy of the section of the lease where it says the landlord is responsible for prior damage/general upkeep to the property (I think it was Section 2.2), wrote a very curt letter citing the enclosed copy of the lease and pointed out for the millionth time our requests for repairs. I think the ever-so-legal tone of the letter frightened them because said window panes were replaced that weekend. One need not be an actual attorney to frighten bullies into submission. Be sure to use phrases like “Further to our conversation on August 28,…” and “Per section 2.2 in the signed lease agreement,…” :-)
Hey, how did that enema go down? Or up?
Either way, put that in the category of gawd-awful things pet owners sometimes have to do for their pets.