Okay, now I'm pissed
So, the meeting between landlords finally happened (they arranged a phone date) and the man we've been talking to said everything looked good and he just needed final approval from the man that actually owns the building (yeah, I guess this guy is just running the applications and showing the house for the owner, he another tenant, actually would have been our neighbor).
And then we got the phone call back, and the douche bag is flaking out on us.
Suddenly he has a problem with three cats and (don't ask me how this is related, I don't know) he now wants our bank account information after all.
Naturally Renee and I have been very upfront about our cats, it is in fact the very first thing we ask every fucking time since, you know, moving without them is not an option. And when we got the application and saw the request for our bank account numbers we called the guy and said we're not comfortable giving that information (not to apply to an apartment, no way, fuck you) we were told not to worry about it, its just something on the form and they're not worried about it (this is something we've seen one other time, and it was the same thing, don't worry about it; no one else has ever even asked).
Now, suddenly, its something different. The guy we've been talking to has been in communication with the home owner and has said that he told the guy everything before and it was no problem until now. This guy has been straight with us, so I'm inclined to believe him.
Between the application fee, sending the check and application for overnight delivery, and the trip to Kinkos to print it out and photocopy it, we've probably spent close to $100 on this place already. And if we had known any of this shit ahead of time, we would not have spent a dime, just passed them right on by. Which is of course why we called every time and made sure to ask these questions before pushing forward.
We're trying to call the asshole, though since we only have his work number, at this point we'll have to wait until tomorrow. But holy shit, are we fucking pissed. Still hoping we can talk some sense into him. If he fucks us over suddenly, we'd bitch him out and demand our money back. I don't think it would happen, but it fucking should, its not like we failed a background check and this shit happens, we were lied to more than once.
Ugh, kill kill kill kill
The slightly good news is that at least our second choice apartment is indeed ours. They don't care about the cats, they don't want our bank account numbers, they didn't have to talk to anybody. The problems with that place remain, but at least we have something.
Still, stupid fucking people, kill kill kill
And then we got the phone call back, and the douche bag is flaking out on us.
Suddenly he has a problem with three cats and (don't ask me how this is related, I don't know) he now wants our bank account information after all.
Naturally Renee and I have been very upfront about our cats, it is in fact the very first thing we ask every fucking time since, you know, moving without them is not an option. And when we got the application and saw the request for our bank account numbers we called the guy and said we're not comfortable giving that information (not to apply to an apartment, no way, fuck you) we were told not to worry about it, its just something on the form and they're not worried about it (this is something we've seen one other time, and it was the same thing, don't worry about it; no one else has ever even asked).
Now, suddenly, its something different. The guy we've been talking to has been in communication with the home owner and has said that he told the guy everything before and it was no problem until now. This guy has been straight with us, so I'm inclined to believe him.
Between the application fee, sending the check and application for overnight delivery, and the trip to Kinkos to print it out and photocopy it, we've probably spent close to $100 on this place already. And if we had known any of this shit ahead of time, we would not have spent a dime, just passed them right on by. Which is of course why we called every time and made sure to ask these questions before pushing forward.
We're trying to call the asshole, though since we only have his work number, at this point we'll have to wait until tomorrow. But holy shit, are we fucking pissed. Still hoping we can talk some sense into him. If he fucks us over suddenly, we'd bitch him out and demand our money back. I don't think it would happen, but it fucking should, its not like we failed a background check and this shit happens, we were lied to more than once.
Ugh, kill kill kill kill
The slightly good news is that at least our second choice apartment is indeed ours. They don't care about the cats, they don't want our bank account numbers, they didn't have to talk to anybody. The problems with that place remain, but at least we have something.
Still, stupid fucking people, kill kill kill