…that owns my building!
They have become total rent Nazis. I mean, yes, I know it’s due on the first of the month, but hey, if I pay it on the 3rd, what’s the big deal? But now, if I pay any later than the 1st, they can go to the rental board, bla bla bla.
Anyway so my rent this month was a couple of days late so they called my bloody parent who co-signed my lease (due to my abysmal credit). I get home from work on Monday only to get a phone call from my sobbing mother who started going on about how when she was 20 she had two kids, wore the same pair of shoes for three years, and didn’t have 25 cents to spare for a sob cup of sob coffee. And it went on like that for about two hours.
I managed to turn the conversation around and make it about me (“I’m sorry if that sounds selfish, darling, but it’s ME ME ME” - Edina Monsoon).
Anyway the people in my building are pissed off because the signs they put up about this new crackdown have been ripped down. And now I have to totally re-arrange my monthly budgeting. SUCK!
End of rant.