All done moving! Yey! Now i just have to sort things out with my crazy landlord. I think she's seriously bi-polar.
It has just been crazy with her.
Round 1: We've fought over my 30 day move out notice. I talked to her 52 days before the move out and she was all cool and said "just give me a written letter for my records on the 1st of January", then I turn in the letter on the 31, and a couple days later i get a letter saying "Your letter dated on the 31st was not received until the 3rd. You cant move out til the end of Feb. Then 2 weeks later I get a moving out package from them "since you're moving out...". So then i talk to her and she says, "well, we were off because of holiday so we didnt get the notice til the 3rd", then the next time I was there I talked to her about it and she said "My assistant was here that weekend showing apartments and she never saw it." Thats fucked. So I called lawyer and told him the story and advises me to make sure i have something dated by them or something dated by the post office every time i speak to them.
Round 2: I was behind on rent and one minute she's threatening to kick me out and ding my credit, so i talk to her and she's like "oh, its no problem" and agrees to let me pay her absurd amounts of money when i get paid, then a day later she's telling Loe that she's kicking me out of the apartment, so Loe gets pissed at me and I'm like "Wait! I just talked to her and she agreed not to do anything..." Now today I go in, drop off more money, turn in the keys, and she's all like nothing happened and says they'll go over everything and let me know how much of the deposit i get back. What the fuck is up with this person?
So last night, after dinner with the parentals, my tired ass took some advice and turned off the phone so i could get some sleep. I slept like a baby and needed it too. The past few days have been so damned stressful, moving in negative temps, fighting, not sleeping, trying to nap on a bare floor while waiting for the storage place to open up, snow, heavy shit, my back hurts all to hell... I COULD go on forever.
I'm ready for little Ella, ATL, being with the family again, and warmer weather. Ice sucks.
back to work
It has just been crazy with her.
Round 1: We've fought over my 30 day move out notice. I talked to her 52 days before the move out and she was all cool and said "just give me a written letter for my records on the 1st of January", then I turn in the letter on the 31, and a couple days later i get a letter saying "Your letter dated on the 31st was not received until the 3rd. You cant move out til the end of Feb. Then 2 weeks later I get a moving out package from them "since you're moving out...". So then i talk to her and she says, "well, we were off because of holiday so we didnt get the notice til the 3rd", then the next time I was there I talked to her about it and she said "My assistant was here that weekend showing apartments and she never saw it." Thats fucked. So I called lawyer and told him the story and advises me to make sure i have something dated by them or something dated by the post office every time i speak to them.
Round 2: I was behind on rent and one minute she's threatening to kick me out and ding my credit, so i talk to her and she's like "oh, its no problem" and agrees to let me pay her absurd amounts of money when i get paid, then a day later she's telling Loe that she's kicking me out of the apartment, so Loe gets pissed at me and I'm like "Wait! I just talked to her and she agreed not to do anything..." Now today I go in, drop off more money, turn in the keys, and she's all like nothing happened and says they'll go over everything and let me know how much of the deposit i get back. What the fuck is up with this person?
So last night, after dinner with the parentals, my tired ass took some advice and turned off the phone so i could get some sleep. I slept like a baby and needed it too. The past few days have been so damned stressful, moving in negative temps, fighting, not sleeping, trying to nap on a bare floor while waiting for the storage place to open up, snow, heavy shit, my back hurts all to hell... I COULD go on forever.
I'm ready for little Ella, ATL, being with the family again, and warmer weather. Ice sucks.
back to work
501blue:
good luck bro. call me if you need anything.