My building is up for sale.
Fine.
The real estate agent keeps showing the building.
Fine.
SHE KEEPS SHOWING THE APARTMENTS.
Not fine.
My shoulder still isn't healed. The current assumption is that it's excessive inflammation that just isn't going away. But this means the normal cleaning duties fall to The Husband... and while I love him, he's not detail-oriented. Vacuuming means run the vacuum around the visibly dirty spots. Cleaning the bathroom means spray cleaner on the parts he sees, wipe it off, and maybe give it a quick rinse. Laundry ... I end up doing it when I need clothes, and that's usually an emergency situation. Or I nag him about it, and we both feel miserable.
So the apartment is a bit of a mess. It's not catastrophic, but it's not what I want it to be.
The agent knows this. I've apologized for it, and frankly, I'm embarrassed to have anyone come in here and see it like this. I hate that I have people tromping through, judging my ability to keep my home clean. Even worse is that one of the cats has taken to peeing in a corner again, so I'm constantly cleaning up after her. Lord only knows what they think of that.
So what do I get this morning, but a voicemail from her, telling me that they have an offer, and it's someone who hasn't seen the apartments, so she'll be bringing him through tomorrow afternoon, and by the way, they really want this to work, so could I please have the place looking its best?
*insert record screeching*
I'm sorry, but what, exactly, does the cleanliness of an apartment WITH A (temporarily) DISABLED PERSON have to do with a building sale? How is it MY responsibility for her to make her sale? Why does the buyer care if I have a pile of clothes in the corner, or a slightly grubby tub?
The more I interact with this woman, the more I dislike her. She's artificially friendly, unwilling to work with us (she basically just informs us "I'll be there on X date at Y time!"), and has pissed off my favourite neighbours so badly that they're trying to get out of their lease. Let's see her make a sale with THAT little legality hanging over the building.
Ugh. I want this DONE so I can move on. We can't afford to move for another several months, but I am SO ready to be in a place that won't be sold out from under us. There was no indication when we first rented that the building might be sold, even though apparently the landlord was considering the possibility. We were told that she wanted long-term tenants, for a stable building. Which would have been awesome. But no. Instead, boom. Sale.
Now I'm just ranting. Enough. Now I'm off to load up on painkillers and try to whip the place into something resembling shape.
Fine.
The real estate agent keeps showing the building.
Fine.
SHE KEEPS SHOWING THE APARTMENTS.
Not fine.
My shoulder still isn't healed. The current assumption is that it's excessive inflammation that just isn't going away. But this means the normal cleaning duties fall to The Husband... and while I love him, he's not detail-oriented. Vacuuming means run the vacuum around the visibly dirty spots. Cleaning the bathroom means spray cleaner on the parts he sees, wipe it off, and maybe give it a quick rinse. Laundry ... I end up doing it when I need clothes, and that's usually an emergency situation. Or I nag him about it, and we both feel miserable.
So the apartment is a bit of a mess. It's not catastrophic, but it's not what I want it to be.
The agent knows this. I've apologized for it, and frankly, I'm embarrassed to have anyone come in here and see it like this. I hate that I have people tromping through, judging my ability to keep my home clean. Even worse is that one of the cats has taken to peeing in a corner again, so I'm constantly cleaning up after her. Lord only knows what they think of that.
So what do I get this morning, but a voicemail from her, telling me that they have an offer, and it's someone who hasn't seen the apartments, so she'll be bringing him through tomorrow afternoon, and by the way, they really want this to work, so could I please have the place looking its best?
*insert record screeching*
I'm sorry, but what, exactly, does the cleanliness of an apartment WITH A (temporarily) DISABLED PERSON have to do with a building sale? How is it MY responsibility for her to make her sale? Why does the buyer care if I have a pile of clothes in the corner, or a slightly grubby tub?
The more I interact with this woman, the more I dislike her. She's artificially friendly, unwilling to work with us (she basically just informs us "I'll be there on X date at Y time!"), and has pissed off my favourite neighbours so badly that they're trying to get out of their lease. Let's see her make a sale with THAT little legality hanging over the building.
Ugh. I want this DONE so I can move on. We can't afford to move for another several months, but I am SO ready to be in a place that won't be sold out from under us. There was no indication when we first rented that the building might be sold, even though apparently the landlord was considering the possibility. We were told that she wanted long-term tenants, for a stable building. Which would have been awesome. But no. Instead, boom. Sale.
Now I'm just ranting. Enough. Now I'm off to load up on painkillers and try to whip the place into something resembling shape.
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