Ok, I know I have been really shit about updating my blog but the fact is that this week I have been very grumpy. I didn’t want to bum y’all out by bitching on my blog. Then I started to think that maybe it might help to vent on the internet. Kranki is my name so…here goes.
I really thought that when I moved into this brand new pad of mine in a real building with real apartments and real property managers I would be leaving behind all the issues of the old caretaker, The Reign of Terry.
Well, not so much. I am finding myself in the predicament where the building property manager is basically blowing me off over some problems I am having with my suite. I HATE having to be the problem tenant who is FORCED into emailing strongly worded reminders every few weeks just to get basic stuff done. I hate having to be the grumpy ass. Why can’t stuff just get done?
You may remember that I was without a phone for two weeks when I first moved in. I notified the property manager that the phone company could not get my line to connect properly and would have to come to see if it was a building problem or a phone company problem. At that time I was told, “We will reimburse you for that as you should have a working phone line upon move-in.” Well, $80 later when I hand in my receipt for reimbursements I get told, “Good luck getting that paid for.” Seriously. That is what the property manager said to my face. I have yet to see my money.
In addition to that there is a leak from the cement ceiling directly over my car when I park in my underground spot. I have asked to either have the leak fixed or assigned a new spot as the water dripping is staining my windshield and paint job. I guess it is filled with lime and is making a huge mess. Now I have to drape a tarp over my car and carefully take it off when I drive off as it is all covered in this murky liquid. The water gets all over me and I have to cart around this drippy filthy tarp so I can put it on again when I get home. I have been completely ignored about this problem and I am shelling out $80 over and above my rent for the privilege to park under that fucking drip. It is not rocket science PEOPLE!!!! Just fix it or move me.
The latest incident that is really starting to make me feel picked on is that there was a pipe burst in the basement and all my belongings in my storage locker got soaked with water. Fortunately I have most of my stuff is in plastic bins but a couple very sentimental things were destroyed. One thing that I am very upset about is that I had my father’s old vintage leather suitcase (the one he immigrated to
I am really pissed off about this. It just seems never ending. I am out some money I can ill afford to lose, my car is getting shat on by the ceiling and I am paying for that as well and then my stuff gets pissed on and ruined. Then to add insult to injury I am getting ignored on top of it all.
See!? I am one grumpy ass. Beware my wrath.