Thursday, November 20, 2008
We're not gonna take it anymore...
So I'm at the very end of my rope with my landlord. Nothing's been fixed in the year I've been there, and my patience is at its limit. Well, I take that back. When the floor wall in the laundry closet soaked through and grew black mold from a leaking washing machine hookup because I don't have a washing machine to have used it, he eventually (after 2 months complaining about the moldy smell and telling him that if he didn't fix it I was going to report him) tore that out and put in sheet rock and plywood. But he didn't put flooring back down over the plywood, so I've spent 10 months walking on what's basically subfloor. The windows that were broken when I moved in a year ago still haven't been fixed. I ended up fixing the toilet myself, because as I was moving in I discovered that the chain was missing, so the handle and the flapper were connected with--wait for it--a piece of PANTYHOSE. So we're looking for a place, but everyone wants references. How am I going to use the slumlord as a reference? Grrr...
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