again with the drama
This time it's not my fault, and it's perfectly fine now, but it was kinda funny when it was happening.
Long story short: the place I'm subletting is filled with stoners who have trouble reading their lease. They were actually obligated to stay here through the end of September, not August. This was discovered on Sunday, and there was a big girlfight with yelling and things being thrown and I left the house for a little while o_o;
L-, while being ditzy enough to totally misread the lease the first time through, at least pulled her shit together (miraculously!) to somehow maange to get the apartment up on Craigslist and had three sets of people coming through later that day to possibly take over the lease for September. They found some people that they could get through the Presidio Leasing Authority (nice kids, really) with the caveat being that they needed to move in pretty much immediately. So, this morning, I packed up all my shit (not much, really, since I moved out here on a suitcase) and put it in my car and drove to work.
Today was basically me mildly freaking out trying to track down my new landlady to see if I could get into the perma-apartment early, researching cheap hotels on the south side of the city, and trying to deal with [work-related bitchery deleted] for the bulk of the day. 6:00 rolled around with no response from landlady, and I was packing up and getting ready to leave with a sort of resigned dread, when -
Landlady's daughter calls, she's got keys, I can swing by and pick them up, the apartment JUST finished being cleaned today, everything works out great. Who woulda thunk it. :P I'm at the old place returning keys right now so I gotta go but hey everything's allright. Pretty soon it'll be back to normal, me never posting cause nothing's going on. All's well.
Love!
Long story short: the place I'm subletting is filled with stoners who have trouble reading their lease. They were actually obligated to stay here through the end of September, not August. This was discovered on Sunday, and there was a big girlfight with yelling and things being thrown and I left the house for a little while o_o;
L-, while being ditzy enough to totally misread the lease the first time through, at least pulled her shit together (miraculously!) to somehow maange to get the apartment up on Craigslist and had three sets of people coming through later that day to possibly take over the lease for September. They found some people that they could get through the Presidio Leasing Authority (nice kids, really) with the caveat being that they needed to move in pretty much immediately. So, this morning, I packed up all my shit (not much, really, since I moved out here on a suitcase) and put it in my car and drove to work.
Today was basically me mildly freaking out trying to track down my new landlady to see if I could get into the perma-apartment early, researching cheap hotels on the south side of the city, and trying to deal with [work-related bitchery deleted] for the bulk of the day. 6:00 rolled around with no response from landlady, and I was packing up and getting ready to leave with a sort of resigned dread, when -
Landlady's daughter calls, she's got keys, I can swing by and pick them up, the apartment JUST finished being cleaned today, everything works out great. Who woulda thunk it. :P I'm at the old place returning keys right now so I gotta go but hey everything's allright. Pretty soon it'll be back to normal, me never posting cause nothing's going on. All's well.
Love!