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You have not been invited in
Aug. 1st, 2013 07:47 pmToday was an odd day. I'd post pictures but that's a lot of editing involved and right now I just want to lie down in bed and pass out.
I will give you the abbreviated version. Mums couldn't find her checks so we had to head out to North Charleston so she could hit her bank in order for us to hand over our first month's rent. Which meant we were late to our picking up of the keys. That turned out to be not a huge deal because apparently the previous tennants hadn't moved out yesterday after all, they'd moved out today so the carpets got cleaned this morning and were still very wet this afternoon. (And this evening.) We toured the place now that it's empty and there are things they'll have to fix this weekend that she pointed out and some things we found after she left.
Mostly though, it wasn't bad. There was a new hole in my wall (no!) and my bathroom (um, okay) and it appears they didn't really take their trash out properly this last week so there are flies in the house. :( I'm still not quite sure how the trash is handled because they left their old mattresses and things where I believe the trash is supposed to be picked up but we were told the city would be picking it up or when hubby comes to fix the various issues he'd haul the junk away then.
Landlady left with a reminder that the plumber was coming to fix the toilets and then we went to work documenting things and taking pictures and trying to figure out which switch did which job. :p
By the time we made it upstairs, we heard a man call out, "Hello?" and I assumed it was the plumber, so I went downstairs to say hello. Instead there is a strange man, decidedly not the plumber, asking if we were renting and I said we were and he asked about the stuff out front. Not ours, but the landlady already dealt with it, it should be gone rather quickly, but hey, you want anything it's yours.
Turns out he's essentially the head of the HOA or something and he wanted us to know the junk pile there wasn't acceptable.
Which is... special for so many reasons.
1) You walked right into my house without being invited in. Even vampires need to be invited in.
2) Before welcoming us to the neighborhood as it were, you begin with a complaint? Really?
3) You know what happens when people move in or out of a place? Junk. It's okay, I promise that the trashmen will take it away. But mostly, my house is empty. You can clearly see that since you waltzed right in, so why would I have a completely empty place with mattresses and stuff out front in the trash area? Your brain, please be using it.
Aside from that and the flies and the slipping and sliding on the tile because the floors would not dry, it was a long but good afternoon.
My doll "room" isn't quite what I'd remembered (not surprising) but it's actually better! There are shelves and room for displays and... I may get mugged for my room by my mother.
Also, my bathroom is fab.
Now, to pass out.
I will give you the abbreviated version. Mums couldn't find her checks so we had to head out to North Charleston so she could hit her bank in order for us to hand over our first month's rent. Which meant we were late to our picking up of the keys. That turned out to be not a huge deal because apparently the previous tennants hadn't moved out yesterday after all, they'd moved out today so the carpets got cleaned this morning and were still very wet this afternoon. (And this evening.) We toured the place now that it's empty and there are things they'll have to fix this weekend that she pointed out and some things we found after she left.
Mostly though, it wasn't bad. There was a new hole in my wall (no!) and my bathroom (um, okay) and it appears they didn't really take their trash out properly this last week so there are flies in the house. :( I'm still not quite sure how the trash is handled because they left their old mattresses and things where I believe the trash is supposed to be picked up but we were told the city would be picking it up or when hubby comes to fix the various issues he'd haul the junk away then.
Landlady left with a reminder that the plumber was coming to fix the toilets and then we went to work documenting things and taking pictures and trying to figure out which switch did which job. :p
By the time we made it upstairs, we heard a man call out, "Hello?" and I assumed it was the plumber, so I went downstairs to say hello. Instead there is a strange man, decidedly not the plumber, asking if we were renting and I said we were and he asked about the stuff out front. Not ours, but the landlady already dealt with it, it should be gone rather quickly, but hey, you want anything it's yours.
Turns out he's essentially the head of the HOA or something and he wanted us to know the junk pile there wasn't acceptable.
Which is... special for so many reasons.
1) You walked right into my house without being invited in. Even vampires need to be invited in.
2) Before welcoming us to the neighborhood as it were, you begin with a complaint? Really?
3) You know what happens when people move in or out of a place? Junk. It's okay, I promise that the trashmen will take it away. But mostly, my house is empty. You can clearly see that since you waltzed right in, so why would I have a completely empty place with mattresses and stuff out front in the trash area? Your brain, please be using it.
Aside from that and the flies and the slipping and sliding on the tile because the floors would not dry, it was a long but good afternoon.
My doll "room" isn't quite what I'd remembered (not surprising) but it's actually better! There are shelves and room for displays and... I may get mugged for my room by my mother.
Also, my bathroom is fab.
Now, to pass out.