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Nov. 19th, 2006
Maybe I should set up one of those timers like people have for pregnancies, only mine would be counting down to September 1, at which point I am getting the hell out of this apartment. All the little things people generally take for granted are bugging me severely this weekend.
For instance, I can't get into the yard any more. There are three ways to do it from my apartment; one is to go through the basement, which I can't because the landlady's nephew lives down there and the door is always locked. The second way is to go in through the gate in the fence, which I can't because the gate opens in and is barred from the inside as of October. The third way is to jump off the fire escape, which I think is at least a 10-foot fall. Maybe I ought to go buy an escape ladder to hang off the fire escape, in case I should ever have to get out of here without using the front door.
Since I can't get into the yard, I can't get access to the trash cans. If it's not trash day, I have to throw the trash over the fence and hope the bag hits an open can. This is what I was told to do, but it doesn't make me particularly happy.
Since I can't get into the basement, I have to go to the laundromat when I have to do laundry, or call the landlady's nephew and ask permission. There are perfectly good machines in the basement, but I can't get at them. I should see if my lease says anything about that.
I also have no storage space that isn't in my apartment. That's why my bicycle lives in my living room.
My water heater is 2/3 the size of the other apartments'. It means I can fill the tub halfway before the hot water runs out.
The crowning glory is the fact that my landlady and her nephew seem to converse by shouting back and forth from the first floor to the basement. The basement door is right next to my front door. If I'm home, I can hear them. She's actually been on the phone right in front of my front door for half an hour now. I wish she'd take it somewhere else.
I'm paying $1000 a month for this, and I've just about had it.
For instance, I can't get into the yard any more. There are three ways to do it from my apartment; one is to go through the basement, which I can't because the landlady's nephew lives down there and the door is always locked. The second way is to go in through the gate in the fence, which I can't because the gate opens in and is barred from the inside as of October. The third way is to jump off the fire escape, which I think is at least a 10-foot fall. Maybe I ought to go buy an escape ladder to hang off the fire escape, in case I should ever have to get out of here without using the front door.
Since I can't get into the yard, I can't get access to the trash cans. If it's not trash day, I have to throw the trash over the fence and hope the bag hits an open can. This is what I was told to do, but it doesn't make me particularly happy.
Since I can't get into the basement, I have to go to the laundromat when I have to do laundry, or call the landlady's nephew and ask permission. There are perfectly good machines in the basement, but I can't get at them. I should see if my lease says anything about that.
I also have no storage space that isn't in my apartment. That's why my bicycle lives in my living room.
My water heater is 2/3 the size of the other apartments'. It means I can fill the tub halfway before the hot water runs out.
The crowning glory is the fact that my landlady and her nephew seem to converse by shouting back and forth from the first floor to the basement. The basement door is right next to my front door. If I'm home, I can hear them. She's actually been on the phone right in front of my front door for half an hour now. I wish she'd take it somewhere else.
I'm paying $1000 a month for this, and I've just about had it.