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The final straw
Nov. 4th, 2005 05:34 pm "So Fey and I have hit the final straw with this apartment. I have been sort of actively wanting to move for a while, Fey has been dragging her heels. Today we are of one mind, get the fuck out of this place.
The lack of lawn maintenance was a bad thing.
The fact we had to make repeated repair requests and/or wait months for things to get fixed was disobliging.
The fact that they have not repaired the guttering that was bad when we moved in so now the porch ceiling is rotting, that sucked.
The fact the metal rear outside staircase is rusting, and a couple supports are rusted through was starting to seriously worry us.
The fact the furnace (we pay for the oil for) is 60 years old and we have to fight to get them to even get it serviced was extremely frustrating.
The fact said furnace (despite sucking down four 275gallon tankfuls of oil last winter) can't manage to make my bedroom warm enough that I can be nekkid in it w/o my genitals retreating into my chest cavity, that was extremely annoying.
The fact the plants (including a buttload of poison ivy) in the back have started taking over 3 of the parking spaces making it hard to park in them was bothersome.
the fact the tree in the back yard has twice dropped large branches on my cars, and there are many more dead branches in it was disquieting.
The fact the rear porch floor has buckled about 4" upwards from the rain last month and has not been fixed, resulting in the fact the entire porch floor is now starting to lift, that is frightful.
The fact that The new downstairs neighbors are a pair of post-college frat boys who drink & party near-constantly, leave beer bottle/cans all over the porches, leave bags of trash on the rear porch, start partying (with loud stereos and 12 of their screaming friends) at 2am , and have had the cops called on them, is grating.
However the mouse, discovered today by Fey, gnawing through boxes of food, pushing them off the shelf and eating our oven mitts. That is without a doubt the last straw. We live on the 2nd floor so we should not have to deal with stuff like this. Never mind the regular ants we've seen. The hornet's nest that was in the wall by the pantry, etc.
So We left a message letting our landlords know we are planning to move out as soon as we find a new place. And once we do find a new place we are going to fucking well run for the hills. In retrospect I'm amazed we lasted this long."
EDIT 9:43pm: Found the hole the mouse used to get into the can cupboard. Heard it scabbling around in the walls there again. Poured a bunch of curry powder into the hole and covered it with duct tape. That'll likely make it think twice.
The lack of lawn maintenance was a bad thing.
The fact we had to make repeated repair requests and/or wait months for things to get fixed was disobliging.
The fact that they have not repaired the guttering that was bad when we moved in so now the porch ceiling is rotting, that sucked.
The fact the metal rear outside staircase is rusting, and a couple supports are rusted through was starting to seriously worry us.
The fact the furnace (we pay for the oil for) is 60 years old and we have to fight to get them to even get it serviced was extremely frustrating.
The fact said furnace (despite sucking down four 275gallon tankfuls of oil last winter) can't manage to make my bedroom warm enough that I can be nekkid in it w/o my genitals retreating into my chest cavity, that was extremely annoying.
The fact the plants (including a buttload of poison ivy) in the back have started taking over 3 of the parking spaces making it hard to park in them was bothersome.
the fact the tree in the back yard has twice dropped large branches on my cars, and there are many more dead branches in it was disquieting.
The fact the rear porch floor has buckled about 4" upwards from the rain last month and has not been fixed, resulting in the fact the entire porch floor is now starting to lift, that is frightful.
The fact that The new downstairs neighbors are a pair of post-college frat boys who drink & party near-constantly, leave beer bottle/cans all over the porches, leave bags of trash on the rear porch, start partying (with loud stereos and 12 of their screaming friends) at 2am , and have had the cops called on them, is grating.
However the mouse, discovered today by Fey, gnawing through boxes of food, pushing them off the shelf and eating our oven mitts. That is without a doubt the last straw. We live on the 2nd floor so we should not have to deal with stuff like this. Never mind the regular ants we've seen. The hornet's nest that was in the wall by the pantry, etc.
So We left a message letting our landlords know we are planning to move out as soon as we find a new place. And once we do find a new place we are going to fucking well run for the hills. In retrospect I'm amazed we lasted this long."
EDIT 9:43pm: Found the hole the mouse used to get into the can cupboard. Heard it scabbling around in the walls there again. Poured a bunch of curry powder into the hole and covered it with duct tape. That'll likely make it think twice.
