I need to bitch. 'Scuse me.
Today, after I got back last night around 10PM from a 4 day trip, one that tops off being out of the state for 12 of the last 23 days (once for a devastating, sudden family emergency and once for GLLA, which Riley is the bootblack coordinator for), the people from my management company came to fix the toilet that started leaking and flooded my bathroom on the first trip (probably because we have been having to plunge the damn toilet three or four times since we have moved in and they hadn't fixed it, despite being told three or four times) and the maintenance men left and 45 min the management company called about the state of squalor that the apartment is in.
Apparently, despite me thinking that this was just messy, this is squalor:
Please note the clean dishes. That were washed before we left.
This is what they saw when they first walked in. Please note the layers of filth - though I do admit to a hairball and to a number of cat hair tumbleweeds.
This is the other side of what they saw when they first walked in. The luggage. And unorganized books. And Riley's socks. And hoarder mentality.
This is probably, honestly, the worst of it.
But I will admit to the tile floor not being completely white.
Look, my apartment is not clean. And it is rarely in perfect or even a very good state. But, I was yelled at and told that it was so bad that the maintenance men never want to go back in it while we are living there. It was humiliating. And, if we don't pass an inspection on Wednesday, we have to pack up and move.
They only thing that I think that they might be talking about is the fact that they were working on the toilet, which is right next to the closet that houses the litterbox. I hadn't cleaned out the litterbox since right before I left (where I emptied it and scrubbed it down and then put fresh litter in it). And there is a corner that had a pile of clothes which one of the cats decided to demonstrate her dismay at us being gone and used it as a litterbox (I know because I walked in the bedroom last night and caught her) which I was in the process of cleaning - I was sorting out the clothes and put them in the laundry when they came back the third time (they needed to find parts). But that is what animals do - I mean, one of the other cats puked in the bed, while we were sleeping in it, after he realized that we were packing to go again last Wednesday.
I don't know. I don't know what they expect. The apartment is messy, but it looks more like clutter than anything else. There were flies everywhere, but I don't know where they are coming from - we did all of the dishes and took out all the trash before we left and there was nothing fly attracting left out because it has been an issue for the past month. I put out traps before they came today. I talked to Peter and evangeline separately - both who came upstairs at seperate times since we got back last night - and asked them to honestly tell me if the smell was overwhelmingly bad (because, if it was and I couldn't smell it, then I couldn't clean it) and while evangeline - who is very sensitive to it - said that she could smell it, she said that it wasn't bad at all. Peter said that he could barely smell it. And they both agreed that the apartment wasn't so bad.
I also don't think that this woman has ever had cats... she seriously told me that if you leave them alone for 4 days, the litterbox gets so bad that they go wherever they want and she doesn't seem to understand the acting up because we were gone thing. I can't tell her differently, because then I seem argumentative and defensive and she attacks more. But she was horrible to me and she hadn't even seen the mess for herself. She said, like four times, "How can you even think it is ok to live like that?"
It seems like one thing after another. It feels like icing. Things always like to go wrong this time of year and this month has been kind of horrible.
Apparently, despite me thinking that this was just messy, this is squalor:
Please note the clean dishes. That were washed before we left.
This is what they saw when they first walked in. Please note the layers of filth - though I do admit to a hairball and to a number of cat hair tumbleweeds.
This is the other side of what they saw when they first walked in. The luggage. And unorganized books. And Riley's socks. And hoarder mentality.
This is probably, honestly, the worst of it.
But I will admit to the tile floor not being completely white.
Look, my apartment is not clean. And it is rarely in perfect or even a very good state. But, I was yelled at and told that it was so bad that the maintenance men never want to go back in it while we are living there. It was humiliating. And, if we don't pass an inspection on Wednesday, we have to pack up and move.
They only thing that I think that they might be talking about is the fact that they were working on the toilet, which is right next to the closet that houses the litterbox. I hadn't cleaned out the litterbox since right before I left (where I emptied it and scrubbed it down and then put fresh litter in it). And there is a corner that had a pile of clothes which one of the cats decided to demonstrate her dismay at us being gone and used it as a litterbox (I know because I walked in the bedroom last night and caught her) which I was in the process of cleaning - I was sorting out the clothes and put them in the laundry when they came back the third time (they needed to find parts). But that is what animals do - I mean, one of the other cats puked in the bed, while we were sleeping in it, after he realized that we were packing to go again last Wednesday.
I don't know. I don't know what they expect. The apartment is messy, but it looks more like clutter than anything else. There were flies everywhere, but I don't know where they are coming from - we did all of the dishes and took out all the trash before we left and there was nothing fly attracting left out because it has been an issue for the past month. I put out traps before they came today. I talked to Peter and evangeline separately - both who came upstairs at seperate times since we got back last night - and asked them to honestly tell me if the smell was overwhelmingly bad (because, if it was and I couldn't smell it, then I couldn't clean it) and while evangeline - who is very sensitive to it - said that she could smell it, she said that it wasn't bad at all. Peter said that he could barely smell it. And they both agreed that the apartment wasn't so bad.
I also don't think that this woman has ever had cats... she seriously told me that if you leave them alone for 4 days, the litterbox gets so bad that they go wherever they want and she doesn't seem to understand the acting up because we were gone thing. I can't tell her differently, because then I seem argumentative and defensive and she attacks more. But she was horrible to me and she hadn't even seen the mess for herself. She said, like four times, "How can you even think it is ok to live like that?"
It seems like one thing after another. It feels like icing. Things always like to go wrong this time of year and this month has been kind of horrible.