Coffee Table Declarations
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Roommate move out countdown: 2 days! Well, that's assuming the landlord gives her the keys in time. Please landlord, give her the keys in time! Some of you may recall the fiasco I had last summer trying to get the keys to the new place and then our mailbox key. What is wrong with my landlord?? He's so unresponsive. When our garbage disposal was broken, we had to call several times over the course of two weeks to get him to finally send a plumber. I don't know what the big deal is really, how hard can it be to stay on top of things? If you need to give someone a key, give them a key! I mean, isn't that sort of his job?
The landlord for my last apartment was not only unhelpful, he was also a bit creepy. He would come into my apartment any old time he felt like it. Not like it happened all the time or for no reason, but let's say we did need something fixed and we left him a message, well we might just come home one day and it was fixed. It gave me the creeps.
We had to leave our rent checks in the mailbox on the first of the month for him to drive by and pick up. One Saturday I found him pounding on the back door. I opened the door wondering what the heck he wanted. He said, "it's the first!" We had forgotten just that once to leave our checks in the mailbox.
The worst was when he was showing the apartment to a realty agent who would in turn be showing it to potential new tenants. He showed up early one weekend morning when I was still in bed with a guest of the male persuasion. I heard something and said aloud, "did someone just knock on my door?" We dismissed it as our imaginations. A few minutes later I heard someone entering my apartment and since I knew my roommate was not home nor coming home, I was completely freaked. I threw on something resembling clothes and went downstairs. There was my landlord in the kitchen with the realty agent. "Oh hi! Didn't know you were home!" he said. "This is kind of a bad time," I replied, "I um... have company." I don't know whose face turned more red, but at least the point was made and they left. Thinking about that now gives me the willies.
The landlord for my last apartment was not only unhelpful, he was also a bit creepy. He would come into my apartment any old time he felt like it. Not like it happened all the time or for no reason, but let's say we did need something fixed and we left him a message, well we might just come home one day and it was fixed. It gave me the creeps.
We had to leave our rent checks in the mailbox on the first of the month for him to drive by and pick up. One Saturday I found him pounding on the back door. I opened the door wondering what the heck he wanted. He said, "it's the first!" We had forgotten just that once to leave our checks in the mailbox.
The worst was when he was showing the apartment to a realty agent who would in turn be showing it to potential new tenants. He showed up early one weekend morning when I was still in bed with a guest of the male persuasion. I heard something and said aloud, "did someone just knock on my door?" We dismissed it as our imaginations. A few minutes later I heard someone entering my apartment and since I knew my roommate was not home nor coming home, I was completely freaked. I threw on something resembling clothes and went downstairs. There was my landlord in the kitchen with the realty agent. "Oh hi! Didn't know you were home!" he said. "This is kind of a bad time," I replied, "I um... have company." I don't know whose face turned more red, but at least the point was made and they left. Thinking about that now gives me the willies.
