I want to answer the phone
And say things like "How far?" and "Whettin dey happen?". And have people not correct themselves when they accidentally say "chop" on the phone. Because I *do* get it.
Bad news yesterday that pisses me off. The apartment that I *thought* I was all cleared to move into is a no go. Apparently the landlord "disapproved" of me, and "made it clear that he would find a new tenant on his own." Of course, this was not important enough to TELL ME until June 26th, when I was planning on moving in on the 30th or the 1st. Because my lease here is up on the 30th. If it wasn't for my mother, I would be on the streets in four days.
So I'm not worried. I'm just angry. How rude. How insufferably rude. I sent her an email at the beginning of the week, asking about appliances and what I should and shouldn't bring. Three or four days later I get an email saying "sorry", basically. I email her back "What? Why? What can I do? Who do I call?" No answer. One hour later, I phone her. Leave a detailed message. Next morning I get a text message "Who is this?" Answered. No answer since. I called the number on the Tenant Check application. Woman calls me back this morning. "We never ran you."
I'm really lucky that I can squat at home. And truthfully it's kind of a relief, in some ways. I didn't know if I was going to be able to get a job. And probably if I did get a job, I would hate it. So now I'm free to live without rent and do something that I enjoy before I bounce off to Korea to teach. I emailed the ladies who run the East African Women's Center, and I'm hoping that they will take me back to work more often. Then I can get a job at a local coffee shop if I want pocket change, but frankly I've got enough savings to last me until August 20th or September 20th, especially if I don't have to shell out money for rent and groceries. (But for groceries I probably will anyway, I mean that would be rude to my mum.)
And there's a pool at home. And a beach a little ways away. And places to ride my bike around. It's not the city. It's not the snazziness of Dinkytown. It's not glamorous in any way, but I can get to Minneapolis just as easily. I'll probably have to be a stranger in Saint Paul, but I wasn't planning on being around here that much anyway.
But REALLY. HOW RUDE. Did she think I just wouldn't contact her? That I would just FORGET? I mean this isn't like... "I want to buy a couch from you." This is "I need a place to live!" That's not FUNNY. Ugh.
In the future: 1. sublets are probably good to avoid. 2. Always know the name and number of the LANDLORD. 3. Always confirm way in advance.
Sigh. Sorry guys. I know a few of you were really counting on me being in the city, but we can still hang out.
Bad news yesterday that pisses me off. The apartment that I *thought* I was all cleared to move into is a no go. Apparently the landlord "disapproved" of me, and "made it clear that he would find a new tenant on his own." Of course, this was not important enough to TELL ME until June 26th, when I was planning on moving in on the 30th or the 1st. Because my lease here is up on the 30th. If it wasn't for my mother, I would be on the streets in four days.
So I'm not worried. I'm just angry. How rude. How insufferably rude. I sent her an email at the beginning of the week, asking about appliances and what I should and shouldn't bring. Three or four days later I get an email saying "sorry", basically. I email her back "What? Why? What can I do? Who do I call?" No answer. One hour later, I phone her. Leave a detailed message. Next morning I get a text message "Who is this?" Answered. No answer since. I called the number on the Tenant Check application. Woman calls me back this morning. "We never ran you."
I'm really lucky that I can squat at home. And truthfully it's kind of a relief, in some ways. I didn't know if I was going to be able to get a job. And probably if I did get a job, I would hate it. So now I'm free to live without rent and do something that I enjoy before I bounce off to Korea to teach. I emailed the ladies who run the East African Women's Center, and I'm hoping that they will take me back to work more often. Then I can get a job at a local coffee shop if I want pocket change, but frankly I've got enough savings to last me until August 20th or September 20th, especially if I don't have to shell out money for rent and groceries. (But for groceries I probably will anyway, I mean that would be rude to my mum.)
And there's a pool at home. And a beach a little ways away. And places to ride my bike around. It's not the city. It's not the snazziness of Dinkytown. It's not glamorous in any way, but I can get to Minneapolis just as easily. I'll probably have to be a stranger in Saint Paul, but I wasn't planning on being around here that much anyway.
But REALLY. HOW RUDE. Did she think I just wouldn't contact her? That I would just FORGET? I mean this isn't like... "I want to buy a couch from you." This is "I need a place to live!" That's not FUNNY. Ugh.
In the future: 1. sublets are probably good to avoid. 2. Always know the name and number of the LANDLORD. 3. Always confirm way in advance.
Sigh. Sorry guys. I know a few of you were really counting on me being in the city, but we can still hang out.