have had a lot going on in my personal life lately, and as such, all my on-line time has been spent primarily commenting on friends journals, as well as im and e-mail conversations.
but now, well, can't go without posting, as this will help a bit with some of the stress i'm going through. and given that this is x-posted to personal journal, sorry for those reading it twice.
as many of you know, i've been having trouble with my landlady lately. for those that don't know the whole story, here goes:
back in the end of september, the kids in the upstairs apartment decided to set off fireworks on their porch, for reasons unknown. while there was no real damage to the place other than the entryway burning, that apartment was condemed, and they moved out while it was remodeled. in late sept, early oct, the guy that was doing the repairs also started remodeling my apartment, the downstairs unit. (keyword being started.) the entire kitchen cabinets were removed, and while new ones were put in, the countertop was not installed, nor was the sing hooked back up. that was all that was done.
i was told in novenber that my rent would be going up from $350 a month to $450 a month, and that she would be paying the electic and water. (at least, that was my understanding.) i told her that at the time, i wouldn't be able to afford that, given that my income was based off tips, and at that time of year, peoples spending can be somewhat erratic and unpredictable. so she would wait until i got a room mate.
in december, the 21 to be exact, i returned home at 1 in the am, ( so was technically the 22 when i discovered it) to find that the upstairs apartment was flooding, and all the water was pouring down into my unit. part of the ceiling had given way, thus blocking the door, and upon finally forcing open the back door, i found water pouring down the walls, from the light fixtures, everywhere.
while the exact cause is unknown, i was told that somehow during the remodeling upstairs, one of the windows was broken, thus causing their pipes to freeze and break. possible, i suppose. while the water was finally turned off, it was a couple days before they figured out which pipes where what so that i could have water. then began the tedious process of trying to dry everything out and see what was ruined and what was salvageable. i had my things out, allowing them to dry. i returned from work one day to find that they had all been carelessly thrown back into the closet.
finally got a room mate, a co-worker, who moved in about the 10th of january. and from the 12 to 15th, finally saw the guy who was supposed to be doing the repairs, as he finally put the countertop on the cabinets, and hooked the sink back up. (woot! some two and a half months later i now have a working kitchen sink!) it was then that he removed part of the flooring, given that after becoming water logged, had popped up and prevented the bedroom door from closing. was also supposed to repair the cieling at this time, as well as all the other repairs that needed to be done. i haven't seen him since then.
given that haven't been making much past couple of months, and repairs were not getting done, haven't paid much in rent. and when told was going to have to move out at the first of feb, haven't paid anything. on tuesday, was given a hand written note saying that i had five days to vacate.
yesterday, went out enjoying my first day off of work in 9 days, and went home to do laundry. got home to find that she's there, and has all of my things packed up in trashbags and either thrown down in the basement, or up against the wall by the door, and that i have to be completely moved out by today. i bit my tongue, preventing me from lashing out in an argument that i knew i would have done. waited till she left, talked to some friends, and then took more pictures of the place, as well as the condition of my belongings.
was supposed to work this evening, but given that i'm uncertain as to where my work uniform is, much less been able to wash it, and since have several things to do today, stopped by work and told them i would not be in this evening, even though i really could use what little money i would make.
so now, have to get the pictures developed, call the lawyer back as she wasn't in, and go to the housing authority.
this is a headache that i wanted to avoid, but now, have no other choice.
Current Mood: frantic, stressed, bitchy
Current Music: 'you' by amy lee