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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.


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