Part 2....My landlord the cunt, and a visit from the EL Fire Dept
So there have been several emails back and forth since my last entry. Including an email from my dad with this paragraph in it:
"If the issue of the girls safety is not convincing enough ...consider this. If it were my place I would worry that (in the event of a claim for property loss..or worse personal injury) my insurance carrier might have grounds to challenge the legitimacy of the coverage ....on the basis that I was aware of the potential problem. Given the toughness of insurance companies these days I wouldn't put it past them. All around it is simply not worth the risk."
My dad rocks. Since then she has not said anything about our electrical problems. Im not sure if that is a good, or bad thing.
However, the other day our washing machine started smoking, filling our basement and house with smoke. Jenny and I rushed around frantically trying to figure out what to do. I decided the best thing would be to cut out all the power in the basement. Still, I didnt know if I would be waking up in the middle of the night to find my house burning down. Since typically would rather be safe than sorry, we decided to call the fire dept. I notified my landlord of the situation and she responded with and email that basically said "sorry, Im sure there is a laundry mat not too far". I WANT TO KILL HER! I hate not being treated with respect, not being able to control a situation and being taken advantage of. It makes me want to pull out my hair. Upon looking at the lease and realizing that the washer and drier are listed as "items of convenience which will not be replaced in the event that they are broken" I am even more frustrated. WE ARE PAYING THESE PEOPLE EXACTLY $21,600 you would think they could fix our fucking washing machine or at the very least our electricity. Im tired of having to blowdry my god damn hair in the god damn dark so I dont have to burn in a fire and/or reset my clock. Motherfucker!
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! At least I turn 21 in 3 days and 10 hours, so I can drink my problems away. As Lauren would say "Knowing that a cold, crisp, fresh glass of cheap beer topped with a touch of pure white foam is waiting for me to drink it....mmmmm its so good when it hits your lips mmmmmm...." HAHA :-D
"If the issue of the girls safety is not convincing enough ...consider this. If it were my place I would worry that (in the event of a claim for property loss..or worse personal injury) my insurance carrier might have grounds to challenge the legitimacy of the coverage ....on the basis that I was aware of the potential problem. Given the toughness of insurance companies these days I wouldn't put it past them. All around it is simply not worth the risk."
My dad rocks. Since then she has not said anything about our electrical problems. Im not sure if that is a good, or bad thing.
However, the other day our washing machine started smoking, filling our basement and house with smoke. Jenny and I rushed around frantically trying to figure out what to do. I decided the best thing would be to cut out all the power in the basement. Still, I didnt know if I would be waking up in the middle of the night to find my house burning down. Since typically would rather be safe than sorry, we decided to call the fire dept. I notified my landlord of the situation and she responded with and email that basically said "sorry, Im sure there is a laundry mat not too far". I WANT TO KILL HER! I hate not being treated with respect, not being able to control a situation and being taken advantage of. It makes me want to pull out my hair. Upon looking at the lease and realizing that the washer and drier are listed as "items of convenience which will not be replaced in the event that they are broken" I am even more frustrated. WE ARE PAYING THESE PEOPLE EXACTLY $21,600 you would think they could fix our fucking washing machine or at the very least our electricity. Im tired of having to blowdry my god damn hair in the god damn dark so I dont have to burn in a fire and/or reset my clock. Motherfucker!
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! At least I turn 21 in 3 days and 10 hours, so I can drink my problems away. As Lauren would say "Knowing that a cold, crisp, fresh glass of cheap beer topped with a touch of pure white foam is waiting for me to drink it....mmmmm its so good when it hits your lips mmmmmm...." HAHA :-D