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From meh to ducklings
Aug. 11th, 2014 05:08 amI may have done something stupid but, as of now, I still stand by it. My former landlord (the crazy one who stressed out the entire family, pets included) emailed me back last week asking for our new address. I don't really want to give it to her because I don't trust her not to come by and honestly, our time there was so stressful that if I never heard her name again, I could die happy. HOWEVER, I realize that for all the Post Office says it forwards mail, things will fall through the cracks. So I was considering how best to compose the mail.
For a week.
She emailed again saying she wanted the address so she could mail us something about the security deposit. Which I'm pretty sure is going to be a thinly disguised bitchy letter saying, "You guys totally fucked up my house, you ain't gettin' shit back." And I will promptly either file that away just in case or shred it and throw it out, depending on what it says.
Couple this with the fact that way back in may when she called and screwed my summer up royally, she said, and I quote, "We're just not sure what we're going to do with the house, so we're not renewing your lease." Only with a few pauses in there. At the time, it honestly sounded like she was considering selling the place. I think, but I don't recall fully, she even said they were thinking about it, but clearly hadn't made their decision and wouldn't for awhile. At best, it sounded like it would sit for a little while after we moved out.
Last week, in a fit of boredom and insanity, I peeked and found it was for rent again, remember? So that's been pissing me off royally. She dropped the price down to what it was when we rented it (not what we paid, but that's because Mom talked her into five bucks off) so that killed my final last ditch thought that was, "Maybe they just needed the money and figured we couldn't afford it." Coupled, of course, with the wanting us gone.
Yeah, no. This was clearly personal. I'm sure she'll play it as just business and not a good fit, but I loathe knowing someone doesn't like me (or my mother) but what I really hate is that she cost me my summer. I spent the whole goddamned summer packing and sorting and trying to assign a value to memories of things. I gave away stuff I would have been able to keep had I just stayed there. And she didn't even have the stuffing to tell me the simplest thing of all, "We've decided not to renew your lease. I'm sorry."
You didn't have to add anything more to it, lady. But you did and maybe it's possible that in those two months she decided, "Eh, we'll rent it again," but it's far more likely that she just wanted us out.
So no, I do not want to give her my address and no, I do not want her being able to find me, and no, I do not want to have to think about her any longer.
Still, I tried to think of a way to convey my displeasure at how she handled oh, I dunno, everything. It's not likely we'll get any money back from the security deposit, but I can't take the chance that she was going to give like, five bucks back and then decided not to. Sooooooooooo...... I emailed her the new address with a bitchy little, "but the PO will forward all non junk mail for at least six months, so you could have just addressed it to your rental."
I then wished her luck (I didn't specify what kind of luck, mind you) on the rental and that I wished she'd been upfront about her intentions because it really stings when you get three people forward you the CL for your rental when you crazily thought your LL wasn't sure what they were doing with the property.
I closed with a dig at the neighbor I grew to hate quite strongly (the one who warned us not to use the guest spot and then said nothing as her daughter's boyfriend used it ALL THE DAMN TIME) and signed my name.
I suppose it would have been shorter to just c&p but where's the fun in that?
Part of me feels good about the small airing of my grievances because I didn't elaborate too much on them (unlike here) but I did voice some of them and part of me just thinks I should have either told her no, she could use the Po's forwarding service or handed over the address and said nothing.
I know exactly what my Thanksgiving "I'm thankful for" thing will be this year, though.
This year has sucked and I am just so damn tired of dealing with shit. The only bright side to all this is that it's forced me to cull a good portion of my crap. I wish I had a little extra space or something to hold onto some of the rest that's currently clogging my room, or that I could just decide, "Nah. You're toast." to some of it, but we did give away like, 19 boxes of stuff to goodwill. So yay for that.
My room is coming along. I'd say nicely, but it's kind of kicking my ass. My books are mostly done and I've actually managed to tame most of the magazines that made it over (I like magazines, hush) but I haven't even begun to mess with the dolls.
Yet.
I'm about to finish my soda and then head up to my room to find my closet, clear it out of doll boxes, move the AG cabinet inside, and then begin my magic. Hopefully things will work better than I expect. I'm having a hard time visualizing how it'll work out, but that's actually worked out here already.
One of our large bookcases fell apart during the move, so the boys brought the top half over. Downstairs is a little crowded, so I got the "brilliant" idea to take it upstairs and put it at the head of the stairs where there is a LOT of room. There was also a bookcase already. I tried putting them side by side. Too wide. Making them corner-buddies? No. Then I gave up for awhile because, well, my attention was needed elsewhere.
Yesterday I realized I could put the smaller bookcase in the part of the hallway by Widget's room!
It didn't work. So I moved things around and the making a corner of bookcases worked better when I swapped their placement. It's actually pretty darn spiffy, if I do say so myself. Not perfect by any means, but I don't cringe as I walk by it anymore.
So I'm hopeful that even if the solution doesn't arrive immediately, it will appear sooner or later.
Also, this place has a pond that has ducklings. :)
For a week.
She emailed again saying she wanted the address so she could mail us something about the security deposit. Which I'm pretty sure is going to be a thinly disguised bitchy letter saying, "You guys totally fucked up my house, you ain't gettin' shit back." And I will promptly either file that away just in case or shred it and throw it out, depending on what it says.
Couple this with the fact that way back in may when she called and screwed my summer up royally, she said, and I quote, "We're just not sure what we're going to do with the house, so we're not renewing your lease." Only with a few pauses in there. At the time, it honestly sounded like she was considering selling the place. I think, but I don't recall fully, she even said they were thinking about it, but clearly hadn't made their decision and wouldn't for awhile. At best, it sounded like it would sit for a little while after we moved out.
Last week, in a fit of boredom and insanity, I peeked and found it was for rent again, remember? So that's been pissing me off royally. She dropped the price down to what it was when we rented it (not what we paid, but that's because Mom talked her into five bucks off) so that killed my final last ditch thought that was, "Maybe they just needed the money and figured we couldn't afford it." Coupled, of course, with the wanting us gone.
Yeah, no. This was clearly personal. I'm sure she'll play it as just business and not a good fit, but I loathe knowing someone doesn't like me (or my mother) but what I really hate is that she cost me my summer. I spent the whole goddamned summer packing and sorting and trying to assign a value to memories of things. I gave away stuff I would have been able to keep had I just stayed there. And she didn't even have the stuffing to tell me the simplest thing of all, "We've decided not to renew your lease. I'm sorry."
You didn't have to add anything more to it, lady. But you did and maybe it's possible that in those two months she decided, "Eh, we'll rent it again," but it's far more likely that she just wanted us out.
So no, I do not want to give her my address and no, I do not want her being able to find me, and no, I do not want to have to think about her any longer.
Still, I tried to think of a way to convey my displeasure at how she handled oh, I dunno, everything. It's not likely we'll get any money back from the security deposit, but I can't take the chance that she was going to give like, five bucks back and then decided not to. Sooooooooooo...... I emailed her the new address with a bitchy little, "but the PO will forward all non junk mail for at least six months, so you could have just addressed it to your rental."
I then wished her luck (I didn't specify what kind of luck, mind you) on the rental and that I wished she'd been upfront about her intentions because it really stings when you get three people forward you the CL for your rental when you crazily thought your LL wasn't sure what they were doing with the property.
I closed with a dig at the neighbor I grew to hate quite strongly (the one who warned us not to use the guest spot and then said nothing as her daughter's boyfriend used it ALL THE DAMN TIME) and signed my name.
I suppose it would have been shorter to just c&p but where's the fun in that?
Part of me feels good about the small airing of my grievances because I didn't elaborate too much on them (unlike here) but I did voice some of them and part of me just thinks I should have either told her no, she could use the Po's forwarding service or handed over the address and said nothing.
I know exactly what my Thanksgiving "I'm thankful for" thing will be this year, though.
This year has sucked and I am just so damn tired of dealing with shit. The only bright side to all this is that it's forced me to cull a good portion of my crap. I wish I had a little extra space or something to hold onto some of the rest that's currently clogging my room, or that I could just decide, "Nah. You're toast." to some of it, but we did give away like, 19 boxes of stuff to goodwill. So yay for that.
My room is coming along. I'd say nicely, but it's kind of kicking my ass. My books are mostly done and I've actually managed to tame most of the magazines that made it over (I like magazines, hush) but I haven't even begun to mess with the dolls.
Yet.
I'm about to finish my soda and then head up to my room to find my closet, clear it out of doll boxes, move the AG cabinet inside, and then begin my magic. Hopefully things will work better than I expect. I'm having a hard time visualizing how it'll work out, but that's actually worked out here already.
One of our large bookcases fell apart during the move, so the boys brought the top half over. Downstairs is a little crowded, so I got the "brilliant" idea to take it upstairs and put it at the head of the stairs where there is a LOT of room. There was also a bookcase already. I tried putting them side by side. Too wide. Making them corner-buddies? No. Then I gave up for awhile because, well, my attention was needed elsewhere.
Yesterday I realized I could put the smaller bookcase in the part of the hallway by Widget's room!
It didn't work. So I moved things around and the making a corner of bookcases worked better when I swapped their placement. It's actually pretty darn spiffy, if I do say so myself. Not perfect by any means, but I don't cringe as I walk by it anymore.
So I'm hopeful that even if the solution doesn't arrive immediately, it will appear sooner or later.
Also, this place has a pond that has ducklings. :)
