this is not my beautiful house... this is not my beautiful wife
Uck. Did I mention I am having a crappy week???
There was an issue with our apartment managers, which I wrote about previously. After speaking with them yesterday, we were pretty much promised a written apology from the offending party. Our friends were also considering moving in to our complex, and after hearing of this incident, decided to wait and see the outcome before signing anything. My friend also called and voiced her concerns with the manager here.
Even though we were assured that everything would be 'taken care of', my friend was given a conflicting story. Apparently now, not only do they not feel that they owe us an apology, they actually feel like we owe THEM one! I love that. I've got an apology for them ... "I'm sorry that you are all fucking imbeciles and don't know how to do your jobs. I'm sorry that you feel your pride is worth more than having residents feel happy and safe. I'm sorry I wasted my time even moving in here, and I am ESPECIALLY sorry that I will now be charged move-out fees to break our lease." I guess by 'taken care of' they meant that we'd just forget about it. You say tomato...
So, I am online looking at possible new apartments. My parents are building us a house on their property, but it won't be done until next summer, which made signing a year lease here in July just perfect. I like it here, it's (usually) quiet, it's off the road, spacious and I LOVE the way we decorated it ... but I hate the thought of having to deal with these fuckers up our ass all through the winter and next spring.
I had some other stuff to post about, but I am still unsure how to say it all and now I am busy doing this, so... here's to a post soon that has less bitching and more happy news.
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