I am absolutely LIVID.
I'm on the phone with Jake, a check-in call to see how far along we are in the Deathly Hallows, and I hear a loud voice, laughing and speaking Spanish outside my patio door (I'm on the second floor and have a sliding door but no porch - just a wrought iron fence, waist high)) and there's an odd smell.
There's someone on a ladder, face peering into my living room, painting the fence!
What the fuck?! No note, no phone call to say that some complete stranger is going to be looking into your apartment Sunday afternoon. And I don't care if they're not paying attention to what's going on inside...for Pete's sake - what if I were having sex on my living room floor when that face first appeared outside my door?!
I'm absolutely furious. I left a voice mail for the apartment manager using the word "unacceptable" and demanding a phone call. My demands for a phone call in the past have gone unanswered but I will call back this time. I'm tired of letting this shoddy place walk on me. I had serious problems when they were fixing the leak in my front rooms in February - including the fact that workers showed up on a Saturday morning, unannounced. At the time my heat was out and I was waiting for the office to call me back about getting someone to fix it (this was the second or third time it had happened). The workers finally left, saying they'd be back on Monday, and I then called Wendy to ask if we could get together because it was something like fifty-eight degrees in my apartment and I needed to get out. On my way to meet her - around noon - I stopped at the office. The manager hadn't even listened to the voice mail! She said she would send Jay, the maintenance person, to fix it although she didn't say when. I left.
When I returned, several hours later, my front door was standing open and there were four strangers in my apartment. Not only was my door standing open (I have two cats) but there were four workers there, again unannounced. Four! To work on my tiny drywall problem! Strangers!
I guess I should count my lucky stars that the heat was fixed, though.
I called and left a nasty message then, too. Never heard back. In fact, after the drywall was fixed I never heard anything again. They never painted my rooms or rehung the blinds. This was in February! Sure, it's my fault now that I haven't called but I pretty much feel like vomiting when I think about someone else coming into my apartment to paint. I'd rather live without covers on my window for a year (my lease is up in February) than have someone in here.
The second thing that got me up in arms was the fact that they hung paper over the front windows a month or so ago because they were painting the building (haphazard blinds, perhaps?). That paper stayed up over my windows for TWO WEEKS!
Unacceptable. I'm going to seriously think about demanding that I am let out of my lease without penalty and moving while the weather is still warm. I can't really afford to considering that they'll hang onto my deposit as long as possible, I'm sure - but I will demand it back even if I break my lease - but this place has really turned out to be a pretty shitty place to live.
I have a few more examples but I guess I've vented enough. I've got one hundred and fifty pages left in the Deathly Hallows. I'm going to try to calm down enough to sit back down to read....
Plus, I think the stranger is finally gone.
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