i hope this posts...
Jun. 25th, 2002 02:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7since i'm on the santa cluster and it's read-only and i can't do the arithmetic to determine whether it's 11:30 PDT.
how long has it been since i updated?
for ever.
hmmm... what....
party on sunday, dave came, that was fun... also abbie and kat, and lots of other people.
people gave me money! and things, and that was unexpected but wonderful. i maybe can afford to go out to dinner or something now! So psyched.
Went out to some bars in saratoga with katy and fiona and dave and abbie and laura (katy's roommie from college), which was fun. i need to get out more. dave was really entertaining. oh yeah, katy's friend and former stalker don was there. (please, God, let him not find this journal and start stalking katy from it. i would be so sad. so, so upset. in general.)
I am tired. And disappointed. And pissed off.
The landlord agreed that yeah, he'd give me back my damn security deposit to keep things harmonious. Then he forwards me an email from the property manager saying he should keep the deposit to pay for lawn cleanup. And he's like "what's your response to that?"
am i going to have to explain to him why it is that most places insist on having a couple of days between tenants so that they can inspect and clean and repair the stupid place? am i going to have to quote the lease back to him? ("Steve, you know the part where it said we were to mow the lawn with the lawnmower provided? Yeah, the bit where the lawnmower wasn't provided, that's where things kinda broke down. Yeah. And I called you about it. Twice. I think that might have been the root problem, there, with the lawn not getting mowed? Yeah. Mm-hmm. Go read the lease.")
God, I really can choose morons. How do I keep ending up interacting with them?
The fact remains, he and his cronies didn't actually do any of the cleaning! Nor did they inspect the house before! The bathrooms were as clean as I could fucking make them!! Jesus Christ. It's not my fault that he's unprofessional, disorganized, and has no fucking clue what's going on in his own properties. He hasn't seen the god damn house in two or three years, that I know of. He has no idea.
AND his fucking property manager broke my god damn windshield and wouldn't fucking own up.
So look, buddy, you can be an unprofessional and idiotic moron all you want. Just don't fucking charge ME for YOUR mistakes. Go buy a book; I'm sure "Property Managing For Dummies" will tell you precisely how many ways you've fucked up with me. I don't really have the time to.
I'm disappointed because Abbie and I were supposed to spend this coming week at camp, and... we can't. She can't go. Until Friday. We'd have to leave on Monday. It's really not worth it, to me.
Maybe we'll go later this month.
Maybe I'll shoot myself. Mom finished with school today; Ann finished on Friday.
They'll be home all day, every day. From now on.
Yeah, time to shoot myself.
No really, it'll be fine. I have a bunch more leads on people who maybe can find me a job. Hell, Janet Bayly said she was looking out for me; she knows almost everyone in the world, so she can't fail to come up with something. [she's looking great nowadays, which made me feel much better. sidebar:her youngest son shot himself last year, killed himself, for no reason that they could find. they hired a private detective, even, to find out if there was anything, any reason for him to do something like that, and the detective found nothing. no reason. he just... one day, instead of driving himself to school, he went into the basement, and shot himself in the head. No note. His little sister found him several hours later. He was seventeen, a senior in high school, decent grades, applied to a couple colleges, didn't seem to have girl trouble, hadn't really fought with his parents, wasn't really in any trouble. His mother tore herself apart wondering how her child could have been in such despair; wouldn't anyone? How could she not have known that he was in such a state? Of course she was destroyed by this. This woman is the village matriarch; a nurse who everyone brought their injuries to first before the doctor or the hospital, a woman who managed to be a gossip but never spiteful, a woman respected and loved by everyone. i've never heard a word against her, and my mom's a gossip herself; she'd surely have heard, and repeated at least to us, anything said about Janet. So it was a blow to the entire community when Jonathan did that, and we were all heartbroken for poor Janet. But anyhow, she seemed so much better this weekend, when I saw her twice, back to her usual self, enough at least to be making the social rounds. Thank God; some people never recover from things like that, and while I'm sure she'll never be "over it", it would have been too horrible for the community to lose someone like that. We'll never know why Jonathan did what he did, but we all know it certainly couldn't have been Janet's fault. And it seems she finally understands that as well.
Every year now on his birthday, all the girls in the family get together and go to a spa and get 'the works', and then they have a family dinner afterward.
back to the post: ]
So anyhow, lost my train of thought, am bummed and sleepy and depressed now, so going to bed.
later...
how long has it been since i updated?
for ever.
hmmm... what....
party on sunday, dave came, that was fun... also abbie and kat, and lots of other people.
people gave me money! and things, and that was unexpected but wonderful. i maybe can afford to go out to dinner or something now! So psyched.
Went out to some bars in saratoga with katy and fiona and dave and abbie and laura (katy's roommie from college), which was fun. i need to get out more. dave was really entertaining. oh yeah, katy's friend and former stalker don was there. (please, God, let him not find this journal and start stalking katy from it. i would be so sad. so, so upset. in general.)
I am tired. And disappointed. And pissed off.
The landlord agreed that yeah, he'd give me back my damn security deposit to keep things harmonious. Then he forwards me an email from the property manager saying he should keep the deposit to pay for lawn cleanup. And he's like "what's your response to that?"
am i going to have to explain to him why it is that most places insist on having a couple of days between tenants so that they can inspect and clean and repair the stupid place? am i going to have to quote the lease back to him? ("Steve, you know the part where it said we were to mow the lawn with the lawnmower provided? Yeah, the bit where the lawnmower wasn't provided, that's where things kinda broke down. Yeah. And I called you about it. Twice. I think that might have been the root problem, there, with the lawn not getting mowed? Yeah. Mm-hmm. Go read the lease.")
God, I really can choose morons. How do I keep ending up interacting with them?
The fact remains, he and his cronies didn't actually do any of the cleaning! Nor did they inspect the house before! The bathrooms were as clean as I could fucking make them!! Jesus Christ. It's not my fault that he's unprofessional, disorganized, and has no fucking clue what's going on in his own properties. He hasn't seen the god damn house in two or three years, that I know of. He has no idea.
AND his fucking property manager broke my god damn windshield and wouldn't fucking own up.
So look, buddy, you can be an unprofessional and idiotic moron all you want. Just don't fucking charge ME for YOUR mistakes. Go buy a book; I'm sure "Property Managing For Dummies" will tell you precisely how many ways you've fucked up with me. I don't really have the time to.
I'm disappointed because Abbie and I were supposed to spend this coming week at camp, and... we can't. She can't go. Until Friday. We'd have to leave on Monday. It's really not worth it, to me.
Maybe we'll go later this month.
Maybe I'll shoot myself. Mom finished with school today; Ann finished on Friday.
They'll be home all day, every day. From now on.
Yeah, time to shoot myself.
No really, it'll be fine. I have a bunch more leads on people who maybe can find me a job. Hell, Janet Bayly said she was looking out for me; she knows almost everyone in the world, so she can't fail to come up with something. [she's looking great nowadays, which made me feel much better. sidebar:her youngest son shot himself last year, killed himself, for no reason that they could find. they hired a private detective, even, to find out if there was anything, any reason for him to do something like that, and the detective found nothing. no reason. he just... one day, instead of driving himself to school, he went into the basement, and shot himself in the head. No note. His little sister found him several hours later. He was seventeen, a senior in high school, decent grades, applied to a couple colleges, didn't seem to have girl trouble, hadn't really fought with his parents, wasn't really in any trouble. His mother tore herself apart wondering how her child could have been in such despair; wouldn't anyone? How could she not have known that he was in such a state? Of course she was destroyed by this. This woman is the village matriarch; a nurse who everyone brought their injuries to first before the doctor or the hospital, a woman who managed to be a gossip but never spiteful, a woman respected and loved by everyone. i've never heard a word against her, and my mom's a gossip herself; she'd surely have heard, and repeated at least to us, anything said about Janet. So it was a blow to the entire community when Jonathan did that, and we were all heartbroken for poor Janet. But anyhow, she seemed so much better this weekend, when I saw her twice, back to her usual self, enough at least to be making the social rounds. Thank God; some people never recover from things like that, and while I'm sure she'll never be "over it", it would have been too horrible for the community to lose someone like that. We'll never know why Jonathan did what he did, but we all know it certainly couldn't have been Janet's fault. And it seems she finally understands that as well.
Every year now on his birthday, all the girls in the family get together and go to a spa and get 'the works', and then they have a family dinner afterward.
back to the post: ]
So anyhow, lost my train of thought, am bummed and sleepy and depressed now, so going to bed.
later...
