Now when we moved into the place we were living at, we thought it was a god send. It got us out of my wife's parents house (We are very grateful for them taking us in by the way) and got us into a very beautiful part of the country on a nice quiet farm with wide open spaces.
Wide open spaces that we couldn't use...but I'll get to that later.
Ok, so it sucked that we didn't have access to the internet on anything faster than tethering to my cellphone as a modem, but since I had high-speed at work and so did my wife...we were OK without it. There was one option we were looking into but we weren't in any rush to get it.
Well idyllic life soon turned sour. At the time, we were both working and so that meant that sometimes the breakfast dishes had to wait until after supper to get done. Also, we would clean up for the weekend gaming session with our friends only to have the step-children tear the place apart with dishes everywhere, popcorn bag strewn about and leaving the place in a general state of disarray. Sometimes we'd clean up on Saturday night only to have the place a mess again by Sunday noon. We'd be bone tired of cleaning and would say "Fuck it" and take a day off.
Now our landlady, in violation of the reasonable notice laws concerning entering a tenant's dwelling and 12-24 hours notice, would come in whenever the hell she felt like it and criticize the level of cleanliness. She made comments about the fact that while the previous tenant of our trailer was unemployed and was dating someone who possibly sold drugs and maybe paid her rent three times out of the 12 months she was there...she was preferable to us (who always paid our rent on time, if not early) since she kept a spotlessly clean trailer.
Yes, let me restate that. As a tenant who was commented upon by our landlady for having paid for November's rent in the middle of October when she was waiting on everyone else to pay the now overdue September rent...was not as desirable a tenant as the deadbeat who only paid for 3 out of the 12 months she lived there since the deadbeat was a clean freak.
It seems that our landlady defines clean as (and this is her admission of what she does in her house) someone who takes all the dishes, pots, pans, etc and washes them once a week regardless if they were used or not.
Next we have a property that we were told that we could enjoy. There was the fallow field that I asked when we moved in if I could set up an archery range. I was told yes when I got there, but that yes turned into a no since someone might get hurt. I'm sorry, but an English Longbowman would have had a hard time getting an arrow near the road much less hitting anything on it. There was a pond with a picnic area that we were told about and encouraged to use...but whenever the kids went near the pond they were turned away. So in a sense, we were trapped in the trailer and a thin strip of land and that was it.
We were also accused of being the ones who fucked things up whenever they got broken. We were accused of overworking the air conditioner when it broke down even though the point of failure was metal fatigue in an electrical contact. They had to put on a new spade terminal on the wire and zip-tie it so it wouldn't happen again from vibration. The fridge was our fault even though they pointed out the flaws of the unit and promised to replace it when we moved in. A year later it's still there. Oh and I was at fault because I let the oil tank run dry. I checked the tank and it should have been fine for another month based on the fuel in the tank. HOWEVER we weren't informed that they were using Kerosene instead of Fuel Oil. Kero burns cleaner but burns FASTER so my estimate of another month with the intent of paying for a fill in two weeks (next paycheck) was blown out of the water by the fact that I only had 13 days of fuel in the tank. And further to that problem, Snowpoclypse occurred and it took the Oil company a week to dig themselves out so they could deliver fuel.
So with all of that coupled with my need to have high-speed internet so I could remote-login to my computer at work and needing to be closer to work when I'm on call...we decided to move.
Now the fun really begins.
We paid first month, last month and security deposit. This means that when we gave notice, we have until the end of April to get out. We spent the weekend at the new place while painting and when we came back, there was no hot water. Since we were gone all weekend, we suspected that they did something to shut it off to get us out quicker. This morning...we got confirmation. Someone was there trying to fix the water heater. Being rather friendly, the person informed us that someone had manually tripped the internal breaker to the water heater. This wasn't a breaker that trips itself...but a maintenance cut off. This means that our anal-dwelling twat monkey of a landlady and/or one of her children shut off our hot water to drive us out.
As we were packing up we found patches of black mold that they just painted over, again they were in the house before we were out of there with our stuff.
I'm just glad to be out of there. Bunch of douche bags.
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