I may have to kill him . . .
So once upon a time I wrote an entry about the bitchy landlady who fucked me over in the beginning of the summer by promising me and Amanda this wonderful apartment of hers, stringing us along for over a month, and then proceeding to give the apartment to someone else.
Yesterday, I met the someone else.
I can't imagine a more random set of circumstances. I got a random email yesterday at noon from my financial adviser telling me about a benefits & insurance seminar happening at 12:30. So I take a three-second shower, throw on some clothes, and go as quickly as I can to the student union, where the seminar is taking place. I get there as soon as it starts, and find one of the few remaining seats next to a big dorky tuba player. We were pretty easily able to start chatting without distracting the few left awake around us, so we discussed what brought us here, who we were studying with, and the like. Then we start talking about where we were living, and the guy goes "Yeah, the woman told me she loved my references and she was sure finances wouldn't be a problem, but that she had one more person looking at the place and that I needed to make a decision as soon as possible. So I jumped on it, but I couldn't sign the lease until I got up here. She told me she would hold it for me. It's on Luann street."
I almost yelled "WHAT?!?" mid-seminar. That was my apartment.
So there's the true story. She wasn't concerned about the other tenants finances or references, she just wanted to bait me into staying until the guy came up from Texas to sign. What a bitch. Now that I know the story, I can't hold it against the new tenant, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't insanely jealous. Yes, I do like my new place, and I'm glad it's close to everything . . . but MAN was that other place incredible. And cheap!
If I ever run into this lady, I may have to doo-doo on her head.
Yesterday, I met the someone else.
I can't imagine a more random set of circumstances. I got a random email yesterday at noon from my financial adviser telling me about a benefits & insurance seminar happening at 12:30. So I take a three-second shower, throw on some clothes, and go as quickly as I can to the student union, where the seminar is taking place. I get there as soon as it starts, and find one of the few remaining seats next to a big dorky tuba player. We were pretty easily able to start chatting without distracting the few left awake around us, so we discussed what brought us here, who we were studying with, and the like. Then we start talking about where we were living, and the guy goes "Yeah, the woman told me she loved my references and she was sure finances wouldn't be a problem, but that she had one more person looking at the place and that I needed to make a decision as soon as possible. So I jumped on it, but I couldn't sign the lease until I got up here. She told me she would hold it for me. It's on Luann street."
I almost yelled "WHAT?!?" mid-seminar. That was my apartment.
So there's the true story. She wasn't concerned about the other tenants finances or references, she just wanted to bait me into staying until the guy came up from Texas to sign. What a bitch. Now that I know the story, I can't hold it against the new tenant, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't insanely jealous. Yes, I do like my new place, and I'm glad it's close to everything . . . but MAN was that other place incredible. And cheap!
If I ever run into this lady, I may have to doo-doo on her head.