Walk me home
Having a place to live because you know the person renting to you is a good thing just to get your foot in the door to a decent place for decent money. However, it usually stops there. The people become extremely informal in regards to the way they are supposed to be conducting their business (renting their apartment!). For instance, my water is now shut off. Did I receive *any* info about this at all? Of course not. That would be to formal for them. My window frame is broken and, of course, needs repair. So I come home one day (I'm very particular about my personal space and how it's obsessively kept) and notice the blinds slightly off. I know Andy didn't do this because he's out of that stage of messing with the blinds. So I ask my boss about it the next day. She didn't know and had to ask her husband who works downstairs from where I live. Well, sure enough, some clown was in my apartment measuring. Was I ever informed of this? Yeah, like I was informed about the water being shut off. Bastards. They need a nice, clean, crisp, ass chewing because this shit needs to stop. I pay rent for a damn reason. Have some r-e-t-t-t-t-t ("respect" spelled out by a drunk Mr. Murphy).
Anyway. I feel it's fair to say they can kiss my ass.
Anyway. I feel it's fair to say they can kiss my ass.