Grrrrr.
The lovely condo people delivered unto me this afternoon a letter. An official notice, really. I have thirty days to get rid of my garden. Apparently, it doesn't look 'uniform' enough.
The notice also mentions the window AC units...in other words, everything that irritating old man came up and bitched to me about not long ago, in as many words. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that he penned this notice himself. At the very least, he's definitely the one who made the complaint.
Apparently, it is of deepest importance that my yard look just as shitty as the rest of the complex. Also, gods forbid my unit hve decent climate control, ensuring that my tenants remain comfortable and keep paying their rent.
Seriously, I got the vibe off this guy that he actually thinks he serving the community, so I'd really like to know what good he thinks it'll do to undermine the place both appearance-wise AND financially.
Ah, well. Elf's offered up his backyard. It's a lot shadier, not mention the drawback of not being conveniently a dozen steps from my bedroom, and it's going to be an annoying amount of work to prep the place and get everything moved...but it's certainly a Hel of a lot bigger.
Maybe this is for the best. But from here on in, I don't want to hear one fucking word from the condo board about keeping the common areas presentable, because I worked my ass off for two months doing exactly that, only for them to have me tear it all down.
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