Here we go again, landlord problems.
On the day I left my final deposit and arranged for move in I asked the office if there were any restrictions on patio furniture/decoration. Since they’d put so much into refurbishing the complex I thought there might be. I was told “as long as it was tasteful” I could do what I wanted on the private patio but not at the front door.
I had my cement greyhounds moved out of storage to give them a new icy blue coat. I bought concrete blocks to whitewash then created a modest screen block around the patio perimeter.
The Silvestri faun from the City was hauled down and I bought a couple of nice patio chairs. The Red Lion from Fort Wayne was the finishing touch.
For three weeks I worked on the back 40. A woman would walk her dog daily then stop and stare at me. She never said a thing. I thought she was just a nosy neighbor.
As the project neared completion I ran into her in the parking lot. She said house rules forbade me from doing anything to the patio. I said I had permission from the office. She was insistent. I thought she was being awfully presumptuous so I asked who she was. She said she was the property manager.
Apparently tenants are held to a higher standard than “trained” staff. When I told her I had permission she said it was my fault for not reading the handbook too. When I asked why she waited so long to intervene, all she could say was she was sorry I was misinformed but there was nothing she could do about it.
We went back and forth along these lines for some time. Finally I said she was being arbitrary and unfair. She replied that I could exercise my option to move by giving a month’s notice at any time. Only 6 weeks and I’m already being threatened with eviction?
After my last escapade I just don’t have the fight in me. I caved and started squeezing the lawn ornamentation into my already crowded studio. I will deal with it eventually. In the meantime my bathroom is finally organized and complete.
The Last Temptation of Me
- Helping the More Fortunate
- Do They Know It’s Christmas?
- A Horse With No Name
- The Blackened Snapper Is To Die For
- Come Together
- Pilgrimage On The 75% Off Trail
- The Ancient Cohachellian Art of Cacti Arranging
- Popsicle Sheers
- Life Is Strife
- Life Is Strife: Addendum
- Casting My Net
- Where Seldom Is Heard
- Desert Sage
- Jackie’s Tears
- Cancer, and My Name Is Larry
- Me and Mr. B
- On Milkshakes
- Learning Curve
- Dunbar’s Last Stand
- Tale of Two Cows
- Barstow Barista Boys
- The Season of the Donald
- Visions of San Jacinto
- Hackneying Hockney
- On My Way to Ralphs
- Gaydom’s Gump
- Goodbye to All of That
- The Final Salvo
- Get Me to Gilroy, Girl
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Your ice blue room mates look great…enen though one has a mended broken toe…your welcome…looking great!