Regarding my last post:
New Yorkers DO have attitude, I have attitude too. There's some I like and can deal with (Harlem, LES) and others I can't stomach (UES, Williamsburg).
I guess I need to clarify. I'm renting out an apartment in a building I co-own, and I'm very emotionally attatched to it. I've put a lot of work into it, and so has my father. I know real estate is and UGLY game (like many businesses), but I just hate it when people are rude. This woman calls me this evening around six to see the house. I was on 125th, hecticish trying to find shoes to match my awesome Vera Wang bridesmaid dress (while carrying nine thousand bags of office supplies, the dress etc.). She asks if she can see the place. I seemed to remember her having an appointment she missed the day before, so I said, "Weren't you supposed to see it yesterday?" "Oh no," she says, "you just said call before I come up." I schedule things quite firmly, so I was pretty sure this wasn't true, but couldn't access my schedule at the time. Later I checked my Sidekick, and the liar HAD had an appointment the day before and missed it. When she comes to view the house, I immediately didn't like her...a sixth stank, if you will. As I'm showing her the place, she just looks so disdainful. There's new carpeting in one room (listed in the ad) and she was all snooty that it wasn't hardwood. Bitch, read the ad. Before I'm even done, the twat says,
"You know I saw a place that was *beautifully* redone on 148, and it was $100 cheaper."
"Well, we chose to buy this place because it has a lot of antique details."
"Well, I've lived in half-finished (!) places before, and I just don't want to do that. This other place was all newly done," fat cunt says. Now my temper is getting up. She's insulting my house to my face.
"We have an appreciation for antique houses, and it's really the character that drew us to this place," I reply, trying not to spit on her.
"Oh, yeah, I guess it would cost more to do it all." Whoa, cunt face. We've put three years and more than $200,000 into renovation. Now I'm officially pissed and not making an effort to be charming.
"Actually, it costs more to renovate than to do a gut rehab. We think those are ugly."
"This other apartment was a complete renovation." (I'm sure. One period *style* faucet knobs costs $120...and you need two per sink plus the actual faucet. I know, 'cause that's what's in MY apartment. Then she switches trix and starts to sounds phoney nice) "You know, I'm sure you'll rent this place. I'm sorry I wasted your time." (I'm SO sure!)
"Actually, we've already received applications. Have a nice day."
I came up with a number of fabulous insults about twenty minutes after she left (always happens that way!):
1. "The other apartment was just *beautiful,* huh?" as I scrutinize her up and down. "I'm surprised that beauty would be important to YOU," said in my best snarky "aren't you an ugly thing" voice.
2. "You know, you DID have an appointment the day before. I was unable to see that while we were on the phone earlier because I was carying a Vera Wang bridesmaid's dress. But I guess you wouldn't have that problem, not being able to fit into designer clothes, would you now?" or simply
3. "I don't think you're a good fit for this place either. We like our tenants to be nice, pleasant and good looking. You know, a couple saw the place yesterday and applied this morning. Very sweet, attractive, and they were about a hundred pounds thinner than you...when combined. Sorry for wasting your time."
Of course, I'm also very glad I didn't say any of these things. Becuase even though I can get a bit attitudinal like anyone, I am a *really* nice person. The only reason I pick on her appearance here is because she piscked on mine i.e. my house. My parents raised me to be polite and respectful, and to not offer insult unless it's provoked. I am fortunate: they gave me good genes (models on both sides) so I'm attractive. I've worked hard to maintain a figure I'm happy with (certainly not skinny, but I love my curves!). I have *many* amazing, interesting friends, and a close group of about 10 friends I trust with my secrets and my life. In addition, I have a house, a fulfilling creative life, talent, intelligence and plenty of offers of boyfriends. I'm better than this woman, the poor bitch. She probably has to make herself feel better by putting other people down. Peace be with her, she needs it. I have calmed down quite a lot (thanks in large part to writing this...blogs are better than beer any day!). Tonight, I hung out at the Highline Ballroom, watching my friend's band Kudu (they're the SHIT), dancing with my awesome guy friends and having a blast. I thought about bitch face there...I am living almost every bit of my dream, and I don't need to belittle other people to do it. That's my life. I rock. I sock. I robot.
New Yorkers DO have attitude, I have attitude too. There's some I like and can deal with (Harlem, LES) and others I can't stomach (UES, Williamsburg).
I guess I need to clarify. I'm renting out an apartment in a building I co-own, and I'm very emotionally attatched to it. I've put a lot of work into it, and so has my father. I know real estate is and UGLY game (like many businesses), but I just hate it when people are rude. This woman calls me this evening around six to see the house. I was on 125th, hecticish trying to find shoes to match my awesome Vera Wang bridesmaid dress (while carrying nine thousand bags of office supplies, the dress etc.). She asks if she can see the place. I seemed to remember her having an appointment she missed the day before, so I said, "Weren't you supposed to see it yesterday?" "Oh no," she says, "you just said call before I come up." I schedule things quite firmly, so I was pretty sure this wasn't true, but couldn't access my schedule at the time. Later I checked my Sidekick, and the liar HAD had an appointment the day before and missed it. When she comes to view the house, I immediately didn't like her...a sixth stank, if you will. As I'm showing her the place, she just looks so disdainful. There's new carpeting in one room (listed in the ad) and she was all snooty that it wasn't hardwood. Bitch, read the ad. Before I'm even done, the twat says,
"You know I saw a place that was *beautifully* redone on 148, and it was $100 cheaper."
"Well, we chose to buy this place because it has a lot of antique details."
"Well, I've lived in half-finished (!) places before, and I just don't want to do that. This other place was all newly done," fat cunt says. Now my temper is getting up. She's insulting my house to my face.
"We have an appreciation for antique houses, and it's really the character that drew us to this place," I reply, trying not to spit on her.
"Oh, yeah, I guess it would cost more to do it all." Whoa, cunt face. We've put three years and more than $200,000 into renovation. Now I'm officially pissed and not making an effort to be charming.
"Actually, it costs more to renovate than to do a gut rehab. We think those are ugly."
"This other apartment was a complete renovation." (I'm sure. One period *style* faucet knobs costs $120...and you need two per sink plus the actual faucet. I know, 'cause that's what's in MY apartment. Then she switches trix and starts to sounds phoney nice) "You know, I'm sure you'll rent this place. I'm sorry I wasted your time." (I'm SO sure!)
"Actually, we've already received applications. Have a nice day."
I came up with a number of fabulous insults about twenty minutes after she left (always happens that way!):
1. "The other apartment was just *beautiful,* huh?" as I scrutinize her up and down. "I'm surprised that beauty would be important to YOU," said in my best snarky "aren't you an ugly thing" voice.
2. "You know, you DID have an appointment the day before. I was unable to see that while we were on the phone earlier because I was carying a Vera Wang bridesmaid's dress. But I guess you wouldn't have that problem, not being able to fit into designer clothes, would you now?" or simply
3. "I don't think you're a good fit for this place either. We like our tenants to be nice, pleasant and good looking. You know, a couple saw the place yesterday and applied this morning. Very sweet, attractive, and they were about a hundred pounds thinner than you...when combined. Sorry for wasting your time."
Of course, I'm also very glad I didn't say any of these things. Becuase even though I can get a bit attitudinal like anyone, I am a *really* nice person. The only reason I pick on her appearance here is because she piscked on mine i.e. my house. My parents raised me to be polite and respectful, and to not offer insult unless it's provoked. I am fortunate: they gave me good genes (models on both sides) so I'm attractive. I've worked hard to maintain a figure I'm happy with (certainly not skinny, but I love my curves!). I have *many* amazing, interesting friends, and a close group of about 10 friends I trust with my secrets and my life. In addition, I have a house, a fulfilling creative life, talent, intelligence and plenty of offers of boyfriends. I'm better than this woman, the poor bitch. She probably has to make herself feel better by putting other people down. Peace be with her, she needs it. I have calmed down quite a lot (thanks in large part to writing this...blogs are better than beer any day!). Tonight, I hung out at the Highline Ballroom, watching my friend's band Kudu (they're the SHIT), dancing with my awesome guy friends and having a blast. I thought about bitch face there...I am living almost every bit of my dream, and I don't need to belittle other people to do it. That's my life. I rock. I sock. I robot.
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fimbis:
rock on
iamthelaw:
I did some research, and, although I can't give any legal advice because I'm just a law student, from what I can tell the Fair Housing Act does not prevent property owners from discriminating against people on the basis that they are cunty.
