can i sue for annoyances?
ok.....so. still in philly. crashed with dan and lisa for awhile. then rented an extra room at james' and ange's house for month.
i was supposed to move into an apartment this past weekend. gave them the money already, deposit and 2 months rent. moved all my stuff in with help, so it only took about an hour. which was awesome. however, the apartment smelled like a dog had been living there. so, we unloaded and then, the next day went to buy things, stuff for the apartment and carpet cleaner stuff. we spent 2 days cleaning the carpet. spraying the stuff, vaccuuming and such. it did not help. in fact, becuase we were spending more time in the apartment now, we realized that staying in the apartment for more than an hour, made you quite nauseas. bad enough to the point that my mom sat out in the car for most of the time.
so, besides all this. i was told that there would be a new fridge and stove there by saturday, before i moved in. this was not done. also, the screen door was serioulsy broken, and not fixed either. we called about the stove and fridge and were getting nowhere for 2 days. so, finally, on tuesday we went down to the realtors office with a list of all that was wrong. they told us they would send a handyman to fix things, but the door could not be fixed, it would have to be replaced. and that they were sending the fridge and stove now. (3 freaking days late) they didn't seem to get the thing about the smell. and the fact that we tried cleaning them (which should have been done before)
so, my mom was pretty pissed. and was getting more so because they weren't adressing the smell, and the fact that it made you sick if you were in the apartment. (part of it was that they did not replace the kitched floor like they said they were going to, but instead just put new tile down over the old floor. which was rotting and moldy) so, they finally started listening when we said we were going to call the health department. long story short, we finally got my money back. but i was still pissed.
breakdown of the weekend:
-satruday moved my stuff in, paid for moving truck for that
-sunday started to unpack, argued with realtor about fridge and stove
-monday continued to argues about stove and fridge
-tuesday had to take off from work to go to realtor and argue
called my boss to ask off for wednesday (note: i love my boss for being totally cool with it)
-wednesday had to go and pay for a moving truck again. moved all my stuff out of apartment. went and got storage space, which was not cheap. moved all my stuff out of truck and into storage. and now, am back to crashing at dan's and lisa's. back to square one. great.
so yeah. spent alot of money on stupid shit becuase of the realtors. and then my parents had to spend more money to stay extra days at the hotel. plus my dad missed a retirement party for a guy he's worked with for like 20 years.
all that, and then don't get me started on how retarded the people at commerce bank are. they would tell me one thing on the phone and then something completly different when i would go down there. bastards.
anyways...yeah. that's my past week. and how much it sucked. i swear, if i didn't love my job and the people i worked with, i would have broken my contract and gotten the hell out of this city.
i was supposed to move into an apartment this past weekend. gave them the money already, deposit and 2 months rent. moved all my stuff in with help, so it only took about an hour. which was awesome. however, the apartment smelled like a dog had been living there. so, we unloaded and then, the next day went to buy things, stuff for the apartment and carpet cleaner stuff. we spent 2 days cleaning the carpet. spraying the stuff, vaccuuming and such. it did not help. in fact, becuase we were spending more time in the apartment now, we realized that staying in the apartment for more than an hour, made you quite nauseas. bad enough to the point that my mom sat out in the car for most of the time.
so, besides all this. i was told that there would be a new fridge and stove there by saturday, before i moved in. this was not done. also, the screen door was serioulsy broken, and not fixed either. we called about the stove and fridge and were getting nowhere for 2 days. so, finally, on tuesday we went down to the realtors office with a list of all that was wrong. they told us they would send a handyman to fix things, but the door could not be fixed, it would have to be replaced. and that they were sending the fridge and stove now. (3 freaking days late) they didn't seem to get the thing about the smell. and the fact that we tried cleaning them (which should have been done before)
so, my mom was pretty pissed. and was getting more so because they weren't adressing the smell, and the fact that it made you sick if you were in the apartment. (part of it was that they did not replace the kitched floor like they said they were going to, but instead just put new tile down over the old floor. which was rotting and moldy) so, they finally started listening when we said we were going to call the health department. long story short, we finally got my money back. but i was still pissed.
breakdown of the weekend:
-satruday moved my stuff in, paid for moving truck for that
-sunday started to unpack, argued with realtor about fridge and stove
-monday continued to argues about stove and fridge
-tuesday had to take off from work to go to realtor and argue
called my boss to ask off for wednesday (note: i love my boss for being totally cool with it)
-wednesday had to go and pay for a moving truck again. moved all my stuff out of apartment. went and got storage space, which was not cheap. moved all my stuff out of truck and into storage. and now, am back to crashing at dan's and lisa's. back to square one. great.
so yeah. spent alot of money on stupid shit becuase of the realtors. and then my parents had to spend more money to stay extra days at the hotel. plus my dad missed a retirement party for a guy he's worked with for like 20 years.
all that, and then don't get me started on how retarded the people at commerce bank are. they would tell me one thing on the phone and then something completly different when i would go down there. bastards.
anyways...yeah. that's my past week. and how much it sucked. i swear, if i didn't love my job and the people i worked with, i would have broken my contract and gotten the hell out of this city.