I didn't move!
So, I am not moving into that amazing apartment. You know that whole too good to be true thing? It was. After 3 attempts to get my keys (Thursday night she forgot to call and ask me to come friday, then friday she was there but left my keys in her apartment so she said she would leave them in a drawer for me and leave the apartment open the next morning but when i arrived the next morning - the second official day of my lease - the apartment was locked and no one answered any of the numbers I repeatedly called until 40 minutes later. I finally got in at 12:45pm.) I got into the apartment and found it wasn't cleaned at all. The carpets weren't vacuumed, let alone steam cleaned, there were cobwebs everywhere, the kitchen drawers were so dirty there was actually weed left in there from the last tenant.
When I was talkign to hertrying to figure out what to do abotu it, the manager went balistic. I suggested I have someone come clean next week and I just deduct it from next month's rent and she started to scream abotu how she would lose her job if I did that and was that what I wanted. She accused both my mom and I of trying to ruin her life. She yelled about how she was sick and it wasn't her fault she couldn't get thngs doen in time. The last tenant moved otu the 21st - this was the 30th. The bathroom wall was patched with packing tape which I assured her was fine - they could fix that next week. No worries. I am easygoing girl, ya know? I have no problem with things that are no fault of yours. The workers do a crappy job repairing? Ok, maybe it takes soem time to get it done. No problem. But 8 days to vacuum?
Every apartment I have ever moved out of (I am counting 11 right now) I have had to steam clean the apartments or else the management company took the charge out of my deposit and did it themselves. That is how it works. This lady insisted, and I am serious that this is what she told me, that she had 2 people come smell the carpets (who does that??!!!) cuz she has no sense of smell, and they said it had been cleaned. Um, yeah. She also explained, abotu the dirty kitchen, that she can't see anything without her glasses so she hadn't noticed how filthy it was. Um. Put your glasses on, woman.
As I pointed out that the apartment was too dirty to move into she went into hysterics, I guess you could call it. She said she was gonna have a panic attack. She told my mom to shut up. She backed into a corner. She again insisted all we wanted was to ruin her life and get her fired. I just wanted to move into my apartment. There were supposed to be movers coming in 2 hours. That certainly wasn't gonna happen. After she insisted she couldn't talk to my mother but she felt she could talk to me (freak.) she again asked how we could solve the problem. She said she would go get a steam cleaner now and I pointed out it wouldn't help cuz the carpets would be wet when the movers came. She first freaked on me again then later said that people did that all the time and we could leave my stuff out on the sun porch til the carpets dried. I am not moving my shit onto a sunporch that won't even hold my fucking couch. I suggested we just call that weekend off, I eat the cost of my movers, and we reset my movein date to the following Saturday. She screamed that she would get fired and her boss couldn't find out about this. She said she would clean - again. Mind you, my lease is already 36 hours in and I have a filthy apartment that can't be moved into. No f'ing way am I just gonna trust her to have the place clean and come back with a moving van full of stuff. Uh uh.
Picture 10 more minutes of panicking, yelling, accusing, going off about how she had, even in her horrible illness, tried to help someone else out and she got screwed for it (I don't even know what that means). She went off about healthcare and how this country just throws away sick people like trash. She yelled about having no money to buy food. She told me how she would lose her job and be out on the street if her boss found out about this. She talked about having a nervouse breakdown. She accused us of conspiring to ruin everything for her and that being our primary purpose that day. It went on for a while. It was really astonishing. She finally decided she needed to go get her boyfriend because he would be calm. And how is he even involved in this? By the time he got there, we had called my stepdad, a lawyer, who said to just get out of there. We took some pics of the mess and got our stuff to leave. The boyfriend came up to talk to us and I told him how the lady has totally freaked out on me. His response? "Yeah, she freaks out on me sometimes too." Um... I am not her fucking boyfriend!!!! I am a brand new tenant. I thanked him for his helpfulness and kindness, left my keys with him, and let him know I would be contacting the property manager monday to arrange getting out of the lease.
Yep. That was Neely's move-in extravaganza. So insane. My mom and I spent the rest fo the day apartment hunting and we found some good stuff. I applied for a place this morning so hopefully that will pan out. Who knows? At this point, I am ok. I have a place to live. I have my stuff in storage. The movers were the nicest folks ever and didn't charge me. If you need a mover, call them. They are Starving Artists Movers. I spoke with Celestin Cornielle and his email is celestinonline@msn.com. I will use them for my move when it happens. I am sure I will end up with a better place out of this, all in all. And hopefully i will live closer to what I hope will be my place of future employment with The Doves in Santa Monica. I will keep you all up to date.
Fucking A that was ridiculous.
When I was talkign to hertrying to figure out what to do abotu it, the manager went balistic. I suggested I have someone come clean next week and I just deduct it from next month's rent and she started to scream abotu how she would lose her job if I did that and was that what I wanted. She accused both my mom and I of trying to ruin her life. She yelled about how she was sick and it wasn't her fault she couldn't get thngs doen in time. The last tenant moved otu the 21st - this was the 30th. The bathroom wall was patched with packing tape which I assured her was fine - they could fix that next week. No worries. I am easygoing girl, ya know? I have no problem with things that are no fault of yours. The workers do a crappy job repairing? Ok, maybe it takes soem time to get it done. No problem. But 8 days to vacuum?
Every apartment I have ever moved out of (I am counting 11 right now) I have had to steam clean the apartments or else the management company took the charge out of my deposit and did it themselves. That is how it works. This lady insisted, and I am serious that this is what she told me, that she had 2 people come smell the carpets (who does that??!!!) cuz she has no sense of smell, and they said it had been cleaned. Um, yeah. She also explained, abotu the dirty kitchen, that she can't see anything without her glasses so she hadn't noticed how filthy it was. Um. Put your glasses on, woman.
As I pointed out that the apartment was too dirty to move into she went into hysterics, I guess you could call it. She said she was gonna have a panic attack. She told my mom to shut up. She backed into a corner. She again insisted all we wanted was to ruin her life and get her fired. I just wanted to move into my apartment. There were supposed to be movers coming in 2 hours. That certainly wasn't gonna happen. After she insisted she couldn't talk to my mother but she felt she could talk to me (freak.) she again asked how we could solve the problem. She said she would go get a steam cleaner now and I pointed out it wouldn't help cuz the carpets would be wet when the movers came. She first freaked on me again then later said that people did that all the time and we could leave my stuff out on the sun porch til the carpets dried. I am not moving my shit onto a sunporch that won't even hold my fucking couch. I suggested we just call that weekend off, I eat the cost of my movers, and we reset my movein date to the following Saturday. She screamed that she would get fired and her boss couldn't find out about this. She said she would clean - again. Mind you, my lease is already 36 hours in and I have a filthy apartment that can't be moved into. No f'ing way am I just gonna trust her to have the place clean and come back with a moving van full of stuff. Uh uh.
Picture 10 more minutes of panicking, yelling, accusing, going off about how she had, even in her horrible illness, tried to help someone else out and she got screwed for it (I don't even know what that means). She went off about healthcare and how this country just throws away sick people like trash. She yelled about having no money to buy food. She told me how she would lose her job and be out on the street if her boss found out about this. She talked about having a nervouse breakdown. She accused us of conspiring to ruin everything for her and that being our primary purpose that day. It went on for a while. It was really astonishing. She finally decided she needed to go get her boyfriend because he would be calm. And how is he even involved in this? By the time he got there, we had called my stepdad, a lawyer, who said to just get out of there. We took some pics of the mess and got our stuff to leave. The boyfriend came up to talk to us and I told him how the lady has totally freaked out on me. His response? "Yeah, she freaks out on me sometimes too." Um... I am not her fucking boyfriend!!!! I am a brand new tenant. I thanked him for his helpfulness and kindness, left my keys with him, and let him know I would be contacting the property manager monday to arrange getting out of the lease.
Yep. That was Neely's move-in extravaganza. So insane. My mom and I spent the rest fo the day apartment hunting and we found some good stuff. I applied for a place this morning so hopefully that will pan out. Who knows? At this point, I am ok. I have a place to live. I have my stuff in storage. The movers were the nicest folks ever and didn't charge me. If you need a mover, call them. They are Starving Artists Movers. I spoke with Celestin Cornielle and his email is celestinonline@msn.com. I will use them for my move when it happens. I am sure I will end up with a better place out of this, all in all. And hopefully i will live closer to what I hope will be my place of future employment with The Doves in Santa Monica. I will keep you all up to date.
Fucking A that was ridiculous.
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