Totally forgot to mention that I moved in December.
My previous landlord was being a complete ass, because he is the cheapest man on the planet. What he would do to save 1/10th of a penny!
I tolerated him for three years, because the rent was super-cheap, and if I also did some work for him, it was even cheaper. In the beginning, the work was reasonable and appropriate, but then he started asking me to deliberately do things that would save him money, but made a tenants life aggravating, possibly even unsafe. Well, in early December I had reached my limit, and I decided to get the hell out. I had stayed way past the one year I had on my original lease, and it was time.
He owns four houses in town, all right next to each other on the same block, one of which had a garage I lived above. Usually when he visited, one of the houses would happen to be vacant, so he stayed there. I don’t know what the heck he actually did, because the houses always looked like crap. He is a big fan of slapping band aids on things that require actual surgery. He would make repairs instead of fixing things. Once, one of the residents’ ceiling tiles started falling down in her bedroom. His solution? Get all the pieces and puzzle them back together and glue the thing back up. After four months of her ceiling falling down on her when she slept, she decided to get it fixed herself and then take it off her rent. What was he going to do? Make her destroy it back? Oh, and her house is falling over. Like, the foundation is weak, and the house is literally tilting south, and all of the houses have rotten boards, awnings, and gutters that a birds’ nest would break. Just looking at any of the fixtures in and outside the house required a tetanus shot. The houses were built in 1900 and there was absolutely no proper maintenance done on them.
Anyway, he hadn’t made a visit in seven months (I’d lived there about a year and a half before I’d ever seen and formally met him), during which two homes had been vacated then rented again. The week after Thanksgiving 2013, he came down from where he lives in Indiana, and had no place to stay, as the newest tenants moved in the day before. He refused to pay $35 a night at the cheapest damn hotel in town, and so had the nerve to ask me to move permanently out of my bedroom into my living room, so that he could use the bedroom as his storage area and hotel when he was in town. The new tenants brought their own appliances, which meant he needed to store the washer, dryer, and fridge that came with the house. My place was very small to begin with. I didn’t have much stuff, but the fact that he asked me to move out of the bedroom to make space for his crap was insane. By the way, he is a creepy old man with a pornstache, and I was definitely not going to live with him, even if it was for 10 days a year.
The next day I found out about these awesome apartments a few blocks away, in a building that was recently renovated to be apartments. Granite countertops, wood laminate floors, stainless steel appliances, central air, a sane property manager, a reliable handyman…I decided I was in, and said adios to the slumlord. I started packing my stuff, and a week later had my first peaceful night’s rest in three years. Oh, the day I started moving out, the handyman (who was 1,000 years old going on 15, and had one tooth, a Pete n’ Pete Petunia tattoo on his arm, AND flirted with me like I would drop trou if the light sparkled off that one tooth just right) wanted to talk to me on behalf of the landlord. He didn’t pass along a thanks for three years of dealing with his crap and mediating with the tenants and making sure his property demands were met. No. He said the landlord wanted to know if I had cable and internet, because he wanted to take over my service so he didn’t have to pay a connection fee. After years of the houses getting robbed and all of us not feeling safe with the handyman and his crew of ever-changing workers, the landlord was finally going to have security cameras installed so he could watch the place from Indiana 24/7 until he made his sporadic visits. BUT, he needed an internet connection to get a feed going. Even though I had yet to terminate my cable, I told him I had. I know the landlord made at least $3000 from the four and a half residences he rented in town, and he has properties in Indiana, Illinois, and North Carolina. I’m pretty sure he could pay a damn connection fee.
Anyway, it’s been almost seven months since I moved into my current place, and I couldn’t be happier. I feel like my apartment is my little haven, and it’s done wonders for me to not have to deal with the stress of living and working at the other place. Although my wallet hurts a little bit, my sanity is worth the couple extra hundred I pay now. No more housing burdens for me anymore! No more flirting from one-toothed men! No more slumlord!