goddamn fucking SHIT!
my apartment, you know, the one i was so excited about? well, when i turned in my application, i told the prospective landlord about the possiblity that there was someone else on my social security number (for some reason.) that this person had had a bankruptcy. i know this because i applied for an apartment a couple of years ago, and i was rejected for it. "no problem," she told me. "you'll get accepted," she told me. i called her today after hearing nothing. after mentally designing my room and shutting my eyes to see the sun through the trees outside the windows that were soon-to-be mine. "you won't get accepted," she said. "i can't do anything," she said. i was shocked. literally, in shock. i couldn't see straight. i was at work, and i couldn't take calls for half an hour because of the teary lump in my throat. she said, "i didn't actually run your application, but if what you say is true, it won't pass." i said, "ok," stunned. i called her an hour later, leaving a message on her machine that said "wait a second, give me a day to investigate this." i looked into it. nobody else on my credit report. some sort of bug, maybe. some sort of mistake. this person who had a bankruptcy, this 46 year old LA resident named maria gonzalez, suddenly vanishes from my social security number. poof. i call the woman again. "i think it will be ok," i say. "you should run my application." "i started someone else's," she tells me. "maybe i can still do yours. i don't know." i feel sorry for her, kind of. i feel more sorry for myself, right now. at this point, i've become a pain. and it's not my fault that i'm difficult to deal with. it's this goddamned gonzalez woman. fuck fuck fuck. i'll hear back tomorrow about whether or not they can even run my application. then it will take a few days before i know if i get the place. fuck fuck fuck. i am so angry. my little constructions of the future, sandcastles under the cleats of a vengeful teenage god. i sit in my pigtails and my swimsuit and cry.
and the worst thing is that i don't want to bully the landlord into giving me the place. she's a really nice, young woman. i don't want to come out of this as the bitch, somehow. grrrrr..
no poetry, tonight, for now. no responses. i'll do that tomorrow. tonight i'm going to eat salty food and lose myself in some sci-fi novella. dream of being somewhere unmundane.
**update**
i made her run my application. i told her to break the contract with the other person, because she made a contract with me by accepting my application to run it - and then she didn't. i feel bad, though - she's really unhappy about it. she'll deal, though - it's her mistake. i just hope they don't want to make me pay a bunch of extra deposit because of this.
my apartment, you know, the one i was so excited about? well, when i turned in my application, i told the prospective landlord about the possiblity that there was someone else on my social security number (for some reason.) that this person had had a bankruptcy. i know this because i applied for an apartment a couple of years ago, and i was rejected for it. "no problem," she told me. "you'll get accepted," she told me. i called her today after hearing nothing. after mentally designing my room and shutting my eyes to see the sun through the trees outside the windows that were soon-to-be mine. "you won't get accepted," she said. "i can't do anything," she said. i was shocked. literally, in shock. i couldn't see straight. i was at work, and i couldn't take calls for half an hour because of the teary lump in my throat. she said, "i didn't actually run your application, but if what you say is true, it won't pass." i said, "ok," stunned. i called her an hour later, leaving a message on her machine that said "wait a second, give me a day to investigate this." i looked into it. nobody else on my credit report. some sort of bug, maybe. some sort of mistake. this person who had a bankruptcy, this 46 year old LA resident named maria gonzalez, suddenly vanishes from my social security number. poof. i call the woman again. "i think it will be ok," i say. "you should run my application." "i started someone else's," she tells me. "maybe i can still do yours. i don't know." i feel sorry for her, kind of. i feel more sorry for myself, right now. at this point, i've become a pain. and it's not my fault that i'm difficult to deal with. it's this goddamned gonzalez woman. fuck fuck fuck. i'll hear back tomorrow about whether or not they can even run my application. then it will take a few days before i know if i get the place. fuck fuck fuck. i am so angry. my little constructions of the future, sandcastles under the cleats of a vengeful teenage god. i sit in my pigtails and my swimsuit and cry.
and the worst thing is that i don't want to bully the landlord into giving me the place. she's a really nice, young woman. i don't want to come out of this as the bitch, somehow. grrrrr..
no poetry, tonight, for now. no responses. i'll do that tomorrow. tonight i'm going to eat salty food and lose myself in some sci-fi novella. dream of being somewhere unmundane.
**update**
i made her run my application. i told her to break the contract with the other person, because she made a contract with me by accepting my application to run it - and then she didn't. i feel bad, though - she's really unhappy about it. she'll deal, though - it's her mistake. i just hope they don't want to make me pay a bunch of extra deposit because of this.
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My parents rented this place about five years ago while our home was being built. Then without warning, my mother died of cancer. Sadly, she never witnessed the completion of our dream home. To add insult injury, the real estate agent would not release the bond deposit of US$400, because 'the signing parties could not be produced'. It took a lawyer most of the following year to get the money released.
Recently, I've begun dabbling in real estate and yes, I want my managing agent to do a background check on my prospective tenants. I am well aware that landlords have a poor reputation and some truly deserve it. They treat their tenants as nothing more than numbers on a balance sheet. I'd like to think that I treat my tenants well, after all they my most valuable customers. I can't think of another type business where a customer is treated so badly.
I once phoned a friend, but instead reached his landlord, who had just evicted him (for something really trivial). She started abusing me for my choice in friends. She should invest in a personality before investing in property. I listened to her rant on for a minute and then I hung up on her.
For what its worth, I would love to have you as a tenant. Shame, that I am on the other side of the world, but if you are ever in Australia...
I wish you the very best of luck.
Big hug and take care. :Love:
~ EyesOnly ~
PS I've added you as a friend.