I just want it to be over!

What did you do on March, 9 2014, a gorgeous Sunday afternoon in Knoxville, TN?


I woke up and packed up my cleaning supplies, jumped in the car and made my way the 45 minute drive to my old apartment.  Am I  moving out?  No, I have already moved out.  I'm going there to clean because the person I once thought was suitable for a roommate has broken so many rules that I'm getting hounded by my landlord and now threatened with eviction.  What could he possibly be doing there?  First our next door neighbor told me that there was an excess amount of dog poop in the backyard, in fact there was dog poop ON HER PORCH.


This is against the rules.  The grass beyond the concrete block of a back porch is owned/manned by a homeowners association.  Oh, I may have failed to mention that my complaining neighbor is THE PRESIDENT of said association.  I tell my roomie, and he goes on about what a c*** she is.  The woman has CANCER, y'all.  This person I'm living with is calling the neighbor names because she's bitching about dog poop while going through CHEMO.  I straight up asked him if he thought he might be bitchy when going through chemo, and he told me that he honestly could say no.  What an idiot.


Then, he got fined for trash.  After I moved out, he let the trash build up to an inordinate amount, "forgetting" to take it out the night before or morning of trash day.  Again, the back porch is a concrete slab that doesn't disguise overflowing trash. 


Why don't I live there anymore?  Besides the obvious,  I actually moved in with my boyfriend shortly after Christmas.  It's worked out well for me because it's in a much more quiet, country, rural area, which is much better for my heart condition and my sanity (both of which are closely intertwined).


Because I was still paying rent, I took my time getting my things out.  I went as fast as I could, but was struggling with constant shoulder dislocations and a jammed/sprained sacroiliac joint (aka butt joint and by far the most interfering joint I've injured yet).  Anyway, I still have a box or two of papers there, but it's all in a room they use for storage.


Who is "they"? I forgot to tell you that his girlfriend and girlfriend's sister moved in.  "They" are lovely girls who don't take responsibility for themselves or their situation, and have promised to pay me two months rent, only to ask me to talk to my Ex Roomie about money matters, when he has been late or non existent in paying me back since the first time I ever made the mistake of loaning him money.


Okay, so back to the beautiful Sunday.  My landlord told me that I was faced with eviction because my roommate had been fined $500 for smoking marijuana inside the house.  (The fine for trash was $700..? Any comments on that one?)  She even forwarded a letter from the Owner, kindly, graciously, and sincerely stating that he felt his house wasn't being respected and he, unlike what we may assume, is a working man to whom which an issue like bad renters is not simply a mere inconvenience.  Who could blame him!  I had told my rental manager that I would do everything I could to help, especially since our names were still legally tied. 


I thought, "Hey! If they evict us I won't have to deal with this crap anymore!"
The rental manager said it would result in fines, court fees, attorney fees, and paying the remainder of the lease.  Crap. Ok what can I do to make it right?


I'll go, have a talk with Ex-Ro and deep clean the apartment, including steam cleaning all the dog pee/crap stains (from his dog, his girlfriends dog, and the new not potty trained, undisciplined puppy they got shortly after I left).  This was my plan.


Here I am, one more day off before the week starts, on a gorgeous Sunday, and I'm spending my hard earned gas money and free time going to try and keep us from getting evicted (and me owing a ton of money).  I even missed lunch with my boyfriends mom.  We have it every Sunday and I sent my boyfriend along with my apologies.  I listened to forgiveness affirmations ON REPEAT the whole way down there, as I went through the different emotions of being pissed, to grumpy, to resentful, to tired.  At one point, I'm sure, my blood was boiling.


I got there, and lit some white candles before getting started.  The energy in that apartment is so stagnant negative, I always try to bring a candle with me when I go there.  (It raises the vibrations of the apartment, making it a more pleasant atmosphere to work in. 


I lit the candles and got started on the kitchen.  The girlfriend's dog was in the crate.  Ex-Ro's dog at and puppy were out and about, tearing stuff up.  The kitchen was so nasty, I felt overwhelmed just looking at it.  I remembered that on the drive down, my boyfriend told me he was coming to the apartment to help me clean after he finished his work out.  What an angel.  I knew soon I'd have help so I kept going.


I made it to the upstairs bedroom (my old bedroom, and my old bathroom) before the dogs started driving me nuts.  They were constantly barking, and the older one is scared of vacuums so you have to lock him in a room or he'll try to kill the vacuum when you turn it on.
Cleaning was next to impossible and I'd never attempted such a dirty apartment for no pay.  My energy is valuable.  When you have a chronic illness and a heart condition that causes debilitating fatigue, you have to be very careful about where you spend your energy.  Because once it's gone, it's gone.  (For a great explanation of productivity with a chronic illness, see The Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino but you don't look sick)


After texting Ex-Ro and his girlfriend for help dealing with the dogs and getting no reply and a hateful reply (respectively), I texted my bf Daniel, telling him I was an inch away from saying "screw it".  Daniel called me, explaining that he had spoken to his rental manager, asking about my situation.  She told him that as far as she was concerned, I was in good shape from a judge's perspective if he (we) got evicted.


I feel like I'm smushed between a rock and a hard place.  Far be it for me to tell anyone how to keep their living space, but when I'm partially responsible to the owner, what else am I supposed to do?


So now, I've learned a lesson.  Think twice or seventy times before getting involved with someone you don't know, LEGALLY.  Also, if you're the "easier" one to deal with, all the responsibility will get put on you. **my rental manager keeps reminding me that I'm the primary on the lease, as if this gives me more accountability than Ex-Ro, which apparently is false.**


My next step is to meet with Rental Manager and tell her that she can do what she will but I have no control over the dude who is trashing the place, not to mention she is also partially responsible for allowing him to live there. 
The whole thing makes me sick, honestly.  I am ready to be done with the entire contract.  Lucky for me there are only a few months left.  I can't help but think of all the things that could have been solved with a little communication!  So to end this post I'd like to share the most entertaining/obnoxious/insane notes ever written to neighbors.


http://happyplace.someecards.com/3941/the-most-entertaining-obnoxious-or-completely-insane-notes-written-to-neighbors


Happy Monday y'all!!!