I moved into my own apartment over twenty years ago. At first, there was a 24 hour Kwik E Mart, a large grocery store and the grocery store had a branch of my bank in it. Then, a few years later the bank branch closed. Then, the grocery store closed. Then, the kwik e mart was only open to midnight. Then, the kwik e mart closed. Then, just a few months ago, I found toxic black mold in my apartment.
It was caused by incompetent maintenance. When they replaced my dead AC unit, they installed the new one with a condenser that drained INTO my utility closet instead of outside. IT was the final screw up in a long line of screw ups on their part. I could have asked for another apartment in the complex. But, I had my fill. So I moved to another part of Philly.
I had no credit. My salary waa fine to meet the requirements of some nice buildings. But, I had no credit rating. So, I took what I could get. My new place, which required no credit, is a third smaller. It’s in a questionable neighborhood. It’s up three flights of stairs with no elevator. Rent is more than my old place.
Yesterday, my sister and her wife sent me some stuff AIUI two welcome mats and a bath mat. I work from 8:30 to at least 5pm. I was worried about my package being stolen. My new apartment has no doorbell or intercom. There is no way for me to remotely unlock the front door.
Imagine how thrilled I was when I saw a message from my sister-in-law saying the Amazon driver had confirmed they had handed me the package. I hoped, as has happened twice before, that it was just a helpful neighbor. Once, I’d found a package left inside the locked stairway. Once, I’d found a package conveniently left right outside my apartment door.
Nothing. No package anywhere. For the past few months, everytime I think things have finally hit bottom, something happens to make them worse.
I called my sister and her wife. They blamed me for the package being stolen. I can’t sleep and will very likely have to call out of work. I don’t know what to do.
