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Waving, Not Drowning

Hi, I missed you all.

I haven't updated since February, and when I decide to start properly blogging again, what happens? LANDLORD!DRAMA!

Two notices of lease violations came in yesterday. One's legit: we had cats. One's bullshit: my flat is "unsanitary." In the first conversation with the manager, they wanted me to pick up, run bleach through my dishwasher, and bleach the caulk in my tub.

Okay. Pick up. Sorry, are you my mom? No, they want me to keep "clear walkways" because I might "hit my head" or something. They want me "to be safe". FuckWHAT? If I only HAD enough to trip over! I have ten pieces of furniture, seven pieces of furniture for LIVING if you take away my two desks and office chair, but include a patio chair.

As I very reasonably pointed out, if I slip in my tub, it's not going to be because my daughter didn't make her bed!

In the second conversation, the cats were brought up as the unsanitary issue, even though that's not on the lease violation paper. Yeah, I'm not letting that go. Then the whole picking up was reiterated.

Luckily, the law is on my side as far as picking up goes. They can't ding me for unsanitary conditions if I don't pick up. There's a thing called privacy, and Texas tenants, gasp, are actually guaranteed it.

So, I'm going to clean out the stupid dishwasher (which has no more than the usual amount of schma you'd find in ANY dishwasher after a year) and re-caulk the tub.

Oh, the tub. Yeah. The caulk was done improperly, so it comes up when I try to scrub it. It won't bleach out, and the mold laughs at caustic cleaners. They want me to bleach it white, then they're going to PUT CAULK OVER THE CAULK. That's like installing another toilet on top of one that doesn't work. It doesn't fix ANYTHING.

I suspect, since my lease was up at the end of March, and I don't have a new one yet because paperwork hasn't been processed, and I have Fox here evenings and two weekends a month, that something else very different is at play here, that has nothing to do with having unmade beds when the manager came in with the handyman.

I cried for about four hours, but now I'm just mad. I don't like being treated like a bum, and I don't like dealing with discrimination. 

Anyway, I'm moving the fuck out. I'm not going to subject myself to the stress of wondering what piddling thing will get me a third lease violation, and an eviction notice on my record. Even if I beat the notice, it's on my record when I try to rent again.

I remember vividly now why I hate renting so much. Because I have yet to meet a landlord or property manager that wasn't a total asshole. Because I loathe the feeling of being at the mercy of someone who can intimidate me, fuck me over, and take away my home just like that.

Updates as they happen. It's not all bad news, it's just that this is foremost. This sucks, but I promise everything else is reasonably good.



( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 28th, 2011 11:21 am (UTC)
My landlord (who lives in the basement/garden level apartment at the base of the brownstone) told me in the middle of the height of our rodent problem that my kitchen really needed to be cleaned more thoroughly and I had to pick everything up. At her urging, I hired the same cleaning lady she uses to do her place ($100 for the initial cleaning, $50 for touch ups every month), I put away a ton of stuff in plastic tubs, I've thrown away a ton of stuff, etc.

Yesterday, she finally called a professional exterminator who confirmed that my apartment was clear of holes and that they're likely to be coming in through the gap under my door. And my apartment is totally clean now.

Apr. 28th, 2011 04:29 pm (UTC)
Yeah, when you get rats, they're not going away even if you lock ip food, because they've found a sweet place to hang out.
Apr. 28th, 2011 11:24 pm (UTC)
They were only mice, but they spooked me at night because I'd be watching TV and then zoom! out of the corner of my eye, they'd be scurrying around the baseboards on my kitchen floor, which I can see from my couch because I have a studio apartment.

I haven't been back since the exterminator came by, but the first thing I'm going to do is check behind the stove because the exterminator had found fresh droppings. If there are dead mice on the trap... well, I'm just going to have to be brave, won't I?
Apr. 28th, 2011 01:11 pm (UTC)
I got a "wider walkways" notice this month too, must be the latest inspection fad. Probably someone in charge of code enforcement marathonned "Hoarders".
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:18 pm (UTC)
Devil's advocate: I rented out the basement of my old house for a few years when I first bought the place. I never hassled my tenants about anything except 1) I needed the rent paid more or less on time and if it was really late then I reminded them, and 2) one guy had his stereo cranked up so that my windows literally rattled, and I told him to not do that to me.

I was not an asshole to them. There are exceptions to this. I realize this doesn't help you at all... I just need to defend my own self-image when I remember that I was once briefly a landlord.
Apr. 28th, 2011 04:25 pm (UTC)
Keep in mind I wasn't talking about -you-, I said I had yet to meet a landlord that wasn't a total asshole. I didn't say they're ALL assholes. You don't need to defend yourself unless I say something like, "Only puppykickers are landlords!"
Apr. 28th, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)
Yeah, yer right! Maybe someday you could meet me and then you could say that you HAVE met one who --- oh, waitaminit, I'm not one anymore.

Never mind. :D
Apr. 28th, 2011 05:12 pm (UTC)
Heh. I'm a landlord too, but it was an accident, I swear! I was helping someone out by cosigning on their house loan...

and now I've got two houses. Le sigh...

But yeah, sounds like bullshit. And if you can move, definitely get out of there and find a less asshole landlord. What we need is a yelp system for landlords so you can leave them a bad review.
Apr. 29th, 2011 02:05 am (UTC)
For what it's worth, most mold can be exterminated with a spray bottle and some hydrogen peroxide. Kills 'em on contact.
Apr. 29th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
I rented just twice. The first time the janitor couple was simple minded but nice and the landlord/holding company was rapacious to the point of stupidity. Hey, guys, if you decide suddenly to renovate the underground garage in the middle of Montreal's typical subzero winters, shutting the place for months, then don't expect us to bring back our cars and pay the extra fee for that "convenient" heated parking spot.

The second time the janitor couple was dumb to the point of ridicule. And they were mean. They needed someone to take out their daily frustrations and that someone was any tenant they thought they could bully. Also, I had to light fires under them to get anything done, any time. It meant writing nice letters to their proprety owner bosses citing the municipal code and legal principles such as enticement to mayhem. It was bothersome. They were dumb and mean right to the last second. They were unhlepful and sometimes downright obstructive when I finally moved out in March of 2003. I was very sad to leave Montreal but I was incredibly happy that I'd never see them again.
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