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Or maybe I should say property management company? Eh, landlord is quicker to type. Actually, it's maintenance guy, since he's the big pants around there.
Ya know, other CSers who have shitty apartment maintenance and repair folks (like lupo) and the stories they tell, you'd feel like I shouldn't be bitching that I have such an attentive maintenance guy and his crew who are always around. That's so not the case. It's just as bad, if not worse, because they are nosy and I mean to the point of paranoid nosy. AFAIK, they don't break landlord tenant laws, but they do whatever they can to try and bend them. I truly believe the head maintenance guy believes that every tenant is out to destroy their apartment. But anyway, back on track.
Let's start from the beginning. Last Friday, I come home from the gym and see a note taped to my door (what is that tan colored tape called? Just thought I'd mention right now that lease rules state NO ADHESIVES ON PAINTED AREAS!! Yeah, breaking your own rule there bucko) stating that starting Tuesday morning, they would be re-doing our parking lot, and that our cars needed to be out of the lot by Monday. Ok, thanks for the notice asswipes.......and second, why do we have to move by Monday? So that means two, maybe three days of not being able to park in my parking spot. That also means everyone else in every other building can't. There are 5 buildings with 8-10 apartments in each one. Almost everyone has at least one vehicle, two if they have a roommate. The street we are supposed to park on? Barely long enough to accomodate for all the other apartments and duplexes and townhouses on this street. The other street, the one that my bedroom faces? NO PARKING ANYTIME.
So that's it, I decided to stay with my parents. I called up the maintenance guy and asked when we had to be out of the lot by. He said Monday night or early Tuesday morning, they would start early. Oh, and the "Aww well gee you don't have to leeeavve, we aren't kicking you out, it's just that you have to park on the street!" "Well, no, because I just got a new car, I don't want it to get hit, and I'm not comfortable walking several blocks to my car late at night to go to work." "But who says you have to park several blocks away?" "Uh...this street is not long enough, there is no way I'd get a decent spot." "Well, lucky for you, we made some calls and tenants WILL be allowed to park on X street for the few days that this is going on, so there's extra room to park."
Nope. Still staying at my parents.
So Tuesday morning I get there as quick as I can after work to quickly pack and leave. Would you believe it, 7:20 am and the fuckers are already there and ready to go and there are still a couple of cars in the lot. The street was almost already entirely filled up with parked cars because the idiot maintenance guy already scared them off or they'd been parked there all night since the note said Monday.
I knew I was being bad by parking there, but I wasn't going to be long, and I couldn't find a damn spot that wasn't several blocks away or around the block the other way, and damn if I was going to haul my stuff several blocks.
Sure enough, 5 minutes after I got home and was packing up a storm, BANG BANG BANG BANG BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at the door.
I answer it and it's one of the pavement guys...."You need to move your car NOW, we can't start until you get it out of the WAY! You shouldn't have even parked there, you saw we were here! You need to MOVE YOUR CAR!" like a freaking constipated boar.
I almost lost it. I said "I just need 5 more minutes. I am LEAVING here while you guys do this because I am not risking my car being hit or having to park several blocks away and having to walk in the dark to my car at night. I didn't come back here and park here to come upstairs and lay down or watch TV and screw you guys up, I need to pack real quick. I KNOW what you're doing and I understand, can I please have 5 more minutes?!"
"You need to MOVE YOUR CAR SOON!" jeez you inbred jackass, are your ears so messed up from all these years of laying concrete that you didn't hear yourself tell me that the first two times?
I shut the door on him. I knew I was in the wrong and being stubborn and probably a bit arrogant....but really....come trying to pound down my door like I came home, saw them trying to get started, and was going to just sit around and leave my car there? Uh No. Idiots.
So I left, and of course on my way to the gym remembered that I missed a whole bunch of things, so I had to go back. Fortunately, Sheriff the Idiot had just left, and he had the best spot to park if there was one, because he was probably the first person to move. I took his spot while I went back inside to get the rest of my stuff, of course the assholes were glaring at me the entire time.
So fast forward to yesterday. It's done, people are allowed to walk on it and stuff....but no, still can't drive on it.
I planned it wrong and had groceries and ended up having to walk a block with several grocery bags (3 of which contained half gallons of milk or juices) and the giant duffel bag from staying at my parents'.
I got back from the gym and other errands around 11, still not allowed to drive on it. Their "barricade" was two sticks with some string and yellow flags on it. Oh gee, that'll cause some damage if someone went through.
I stood outside smoking and watched the garbage truck pull up, see the "barricade", try getting out a cell phone, then saying screw it and going down the street to the next set of apartments. And I had just taken the garbage out a couple of hours prior, and it was plum full. Yep, the fucking idiot didn't tell the garbage people that the parking lot was off limits for a few days. I haven't been home yet but I hope it's so full that people are putting bags all over next to the dumpster so when the maintenance guy comes for his daily stalking/inspecting, he almost has a heart attack. He has flipped out before and called for an emergency garbage pickup before when he's seen it that full. Well, this time, it's your own stupid fault. MORON.
The neighbor on the very very end of my building (I rarely talk about him) came out to smoke and he told me that Tuesday night, someone parked behind him hit his car and took off. Not hard enough to transfer paint, but hard enough to leave some damage. And we know, it's someone from around here, but who?
He said he called the police, and when he said where it happened, the dispatcher cut him off and said "Sir, that is a NO PARKING area!" to which he said that we were told it was ok because of the parking lot being off limits and the amount of people and cars vs the length of the other street, and the dispatcher then told him that there were no records whatsoever of any phone calls or notifications that that work was being done or people would be parking there, and that anyone who had been parking there was risking getting a ticket. Fortunately, NO ONE got a ticket the entire time this went on, and the cops could have gotten a couple hundred bucks BOTH days if they really wanted to! WOW. But if they had given tickets, I'd suggest everyone take it to the property management building and say that they are paying it because they said it was ok and it really wasn't.
Wow. Just wow. So much fail and suck. I hate where I rent.
Ya know, other CSers who have shitty apartment maintenance and repair folks (like lupo) and the stories they tell, you'd feel like I shouldn't be bitching that I have such an attentive maintenance guy and his crew who are always around. That's so not the case. It's just as bad, if not worse, because they are nosy and I mean to the point of paranoid nosy. AFAIK, they don't break landlord tenant laws, but they do whatever they can to try and bend them. I truly believe the head maintenance guy believes that every tenant is out to destroy their apartment. But anyway, back on track.
Let's start from the beginning. Last Friday, I come home from the gym and see a note taped to my door (what is that tan colored tape called? Just thought I'd mention right now that lease rules state NO ADHESIVES ON PAINTED AREAS!! Yeah, breaking your own rule there bucko) stating that starting Tuesday morning, they would be re-doing our parking lot, and that our cars needed to be out of the lot by Monday. Ok, thanks for the notice asswipes.......and second, why do we have to move by Monday? So that means two, maybe three days of not being able to park in my parking spot. That also means everyone else in every other building can't. There are 5 buildings with 8-10 apartments in each one. Almost everyone has at least one vehicle, two if they have a roommate. The street we are supposed to park on? Barely long enough to accomodate for all the other apartments and duplexes and townhouses on this street. The other street, the one that my bedroom faces? NO PARKING ANYTIME.
So that's it, I decided to stay with my parents. I called up the maintenance guy and asked when we had to be out of the lot by. He said Monday night or early Tuesday morning, they would start early. Oh, and the "Aww well gee you don't have to leeeavve, we aren't kicking you out, it's just that you have to park on the street!" "Well, no, because I just got a new car, I don't want it to get hit, and I'm not comfortable walking several blocks to my car late at night to go to work." "But who says you have to park several blocks away?" "Uh...this street is not long enough, there is no way I'd get a decent spot." "Well, lucky for you, we made some calls and tenants WILL be allowed to park on X street for the few days that this is going on, so there's extra room to park."
Nope. Still staying at my parents.
So Tuesday morning I get there as quick as I can after work to quickly pack and leave. Would you believe it, 7:20 am and the fuckers are already there and ready to go and there are still a couple of cars in the lot. The street was almost already entirely filled up with parked cars because the idiot maintenance guy already scared them off or they'd been parked there all night since the note said Monday.
I knew I was being bad by parking there, but I wasn't going to be long, and I couldn't find a damn spot that wasn't several blocks away or around the block the other way, and damn if I was going to haul my stuff several blocks.
Sure enough, 5 minutes after I got home and was packing up a storm, BANG BANG BANG BANG BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at the door.
I answer it and it's one of the pavement guys...."You need to move your car NOW, we can't start until you get it out of the WAY! You shouldn't have even parked there, you saw we were here! You need to MOVE YOUR CAR!" like a freaking constipated boar.
I almost lost it. I said "I just need 5 more minutes. I am LEAVING here while you guys do this because I am not risking my car being hit or having to park several blocks away and having to walk in the dark to my car at night. I didn't come back here and park here to come upstairs and lay down or watch TV and screw you guys up, I need to pack real quick. I KNOW what you're doing and I understand, can I please have 5 more minutes?!"
"You need to MOVE YOUR CAR SOON!" jeez you inbred jackass, are your ears so messed up from all these years of laying concrete that you didn't hear yourself tell me that the first two times?
I shut the door on him. I knew I was in the wrong and being stubborn and probably a bit arrogant....but really....come trying to pound down my door like I came home, saw them trying to get started, and was going to just sit around and leave my car there? Uh No. Idiots.
So I left, and of course on my way to the gym remembered that I missed a whole bunch of things, so I had to go back. Fortunately, Sheriff the Idiot had just left, and he had the best spot to park if there was one, because he was probably the first person to move. I took his spot while I went back inside to get the rest of my stuff, of course the assholes were glaring at me the entire time.
So fast forward to yesterday. It's done, people are allowed to walk on it and stuff....but no, still can't drive on it.
I planned it wrong and had groceries and ended up having to walk a block with several grocery bags (3 of which contained half gallons of milk or juices) and the giant duffel bag from staying at my parents'.
I got back from the gym and other errands around 11, still not allowed to drive on it. Their "barricade" was two sticks with some string and yellow flags on it. Oh gee, that'll cause some damage if someone went through.
I stood outside smoking and watched the garbage truck pull up, see the "barricade", try getting out a cell phone, then saying screw it and going down the street to the next set of apartments. And I had just taken the garbage out a couple of hours prior, and it was plum full. Yep, the fucking idiot didn't tell the garbage people that the parking lot was off limits for a few days. I haven't been home yet but I hope it's so full that people are putting bags all over next to the dumpster so when the maintenance guy comes for his daily stalking/inspecting, he almost has a heart attack. He has flipped out before and called for an emergency garbage pickup before when he's seen it that full. Well, this time, it's your own stupid fault. MORON.
The neighbor on the very very end of my building (I rarely talk about him) came out to smoke and he told me that Tuesday night, someone parked behind him hit his car and took off. Not hard enough to transfer paint, but hard enough to leave some damage. And we know, it's someone from around here, but who?
He said he called the police, and when he said where it happened, the dispatcher cut him off and said "Sir, that is a NO PARKING area!" to which he said that we were told it was ok because of the parking lot being off limits and the amount of people and cars vs the length of the other street, and the dispatcher then told him that there were no records whatsoever of any phone calls or notifications that that work was being done or people would be parking there, and that anyone who had been parking there was risking getting a ticket. Fortunately, NO ONE got a ticket the entire time this went on, and the cops could have gotten a couple hundred bucks BOTH days if they really wanted to! WOW. But if they had given tickets, I'd suggest everyone take it to the property management building and say that they are paying it because they said it was ok and it really wasn't.
Wow. Just wow. So much fail and suck. I hate where I rent.
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