Vent. Today was slightly frustrating. Well, it built on the frustration that had already been founded. I've been trying to sign an apartment contract for awhile now, and the apartment's management has the worst office service. I try calling and no one answers. Yesterday I actually went to the office (drove in the snow, mind you) to sign my contract, and what do you know, they closed at two yesterday and today. Just yesterday and today. I went at four because they typically, and I use that word lightly, close at five.
So today I am bound and determined to go early in the morning so they don't close on me unexpectedly. I get there, fill out the paperwork (and the computer supposedly shuts off so the office worker has to wait awhile to boot it up), and after that I proceed to wait in line for a good 30 minutes because a father has decided to come into the office and complain about how the management handled a situation with his daughter. I guess his daughter has health issues/behavioral problems and they have to sign this behavioral contract for her to live anywhere. I basically learned all about the poor girl, and he wouldn't leave! By the way, I'm right in the thick of finals and papers and presentations, and I don't have an hour and a half to throw away to sign a contract! And the security deposit was exorbitant! Don't even get me started.
Well, throughout this whole ordeal, there was light. As I was reading the contract (and yes, I read the whole thing because this business law class I'm taking, and probably failing, right now is not going to waste), it said that no pets are allowed in the apartment. Ok, that's expected. And it goes on to list what animals are not allowed: reptiles, rodents, mammals, fis . . . mammals? Wait, mammals aren't allowed? Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't humans mammals? I laughed a little to myself in the waiting room. I'm not allowed in my own apartment, but I signed the contract anyway! And then I learned that management can charge you for every little thing they please--moving is a $40 fee, carpet cleaning is $25 EVEN THOUGH they don't clean your carpet, having someone spend the night is $10, and the list goes on. It's so stupid, and I just got really frustrated today. But it's expected that they rip us off because boy do they despise us mammals.
5 comments:
does this mean i can't visit you at your new apartment? that sucks! if they end up kicking you out because of your mammal status, you can come stay at my house. i'm pretty sure my parents don't mind mammals. in fact, we have cats.
Ha. Yeah, like I said before... you should've just lived with us. So what if you don't have a social life living with a married couple... at least you can have friends sleep over for free!
Uhhh why are you busting your butt to live somewhere like that?!
Amen to kari's comment.
And the first time I looked at the title of this post I thought it said, "I'm a mama!"
I thought it said "mama" too! :) Quin says you can stay here for free. Of course, that lengthens your commute a bit so that's something to consider.
PS - We only charge for spiders. Quin's an arachnophobe! Hopefully that's not a deal breaker for you.
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