I finally sent my tenant termination letter to my landlord, he should have received it yesterday. What also happened yesterday? My bike has gone missing from the foyer of my building. It was a nice bike. I had a feeling that I should have drug it upstairs for the next month until I leave, but once again, I was naive enough to think people surely can't be assholes just for the sake of being an asshole. I'm seem to always be wrong about that.
Seriously, I never meant to ruin any part of Harry Potter for you. I didn't open my laptop or turn on my TV until I finished the book just so such a thing wouldn't happen to me. Hopefully, by now you know that I didn't let anything out, or at least anything that compares to when.....- ooops, I almost did it again.
Yes, its true. If all goes well with the landlord introduction I have a new apartment starting September 1. Its not in the same area, but pretty close. Instead I'll be on the Columbia Waterfront District/Red Hook/Carroll Gardens West area or whatever it is the cool kids are calling it these days. Its a pretty quirky apartment that hasn't been updated since it was turned from a store front into an apartment in, judging by the age of the stove, 1925. Its an enormously long open space which should be fun to figure out AND the landlord has offered to paint it whatever colors I choose. I'll take him up on that because considering the ceilings are probably more that 15 feet high there is no way I can do that on my own. In the main living space there is about 8 feet of brick on one side so I've been trying to figure out a good color (besides the horrific white thats all over the place now). I think I'm going to go with a bright yellow, nothing to sunshiny and nothing too school bus colored but something dramatic. The whole room is probably 40 to 50 feet long so I better find a color I like because there's going to be a lot of it.
Ms. Landlord politely sent me an email asking, "PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE THE KEY TO THE BOTTOM LOCK TO
YOUR FRONT DOOR. ED SEEMS TO THINK WHEN HE LOCKED IT BY MISTAKE YOU WERE ABLE TO OPEN IT
WITH A KEY. IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THE KEY , THEN ALLOW ME PERMISSION TO ENTER YOUR
APPARTMENT AND CHANGE THE BOTTOM LOCK SO THAT I AND YOU HAVE A KEY." (I warned you she yelled as she typed).
My reply, "I do have a key. After Ed locked me out a cold January night and
screamed at me that I should just know how to break in, I had to hire a
locksmith and replaced the lock. I still have the receipt for both of
those things if you would like to reimburse me (something else I was
yelled at that was not Ed responsibility) or I can put the old lock
After a couple of days I got this reply at almost midnight (I'm sure these two drink a lot, the yelling always happens after happy hour), "JUST FOR THE RECORD ED HAD NO INTENTION OF LOCKING YOU OUT OF THE
APARTMENT HE THOUGHT THAT YOU HAD A COPY OF THE KEY FOR THE BOTTOM LOCK. SO
WHEN HE LEFT YOUR APARTMENT HE LOCKED BOTH LOCKS THINKING THAT AFTER MANY MONTHS IN
THE APARTMENT THAT YOU HAD THE KEY FOR THE BOTTOM LOCKS. HE LOCKED BOTH
LOCKS FOR YOUR SAFETLY. YOU WILL BE REIMBURSED FOR THE LOCK AND
KEY. NO ONE YELLS AT ANYONE UNLESS THAT PERSON CALLS AT 11 PM
DEMANDING THAT WE LEAVE OUR HOME TO COME AND CHANGE THE LOCK OR FIX THE PROBLEM (THERE IS A REASONABLE TIME)
THINGS DO HAPPEN. WE HAVE LOVELY TENANTS IN OUR APARTMENTS, AND ALL
KNOW THAT WE TAKE CARE OF ALL PROBLEMS PROMPTLY.
Here are the holes in her story;
A). Why would Ed lock me out of a door he didn't think I had a key for, for my safetly (sic) MORE THAN ONCE?!!? (I now hate the landlord she-devil not just for the all caps assault, but also on the inability to use spell check).
B). Why do landlords have office hours? When you lock me out of my apartment, there is no way I will know until I arrive home, and I occasionally have a life which means I get home at 11PM, should I have checked into a hotel until a reasonable hour came around?
C). If I call at 5 PM with an issue I will be dealt with reasonably, but anytime after I deserve to be screamed at and left with numerous abusive voicemails?
D). If the problems are dealt with "promptly" why did it take over a year to fix that fucking leak in my neighbors apartment that started all this?
My email in response (in draft form for now) is this; "Actually, Camille, I told Ed numerous times when I moved in that I did
not have a key to my bottom lock, which he never remedied. Then, when
he needed to come into my apartment, I asked him to make sure to not
lock me out by locking my bottom lock, which he did anyways. And yes,
I did call at 11PM because that was the time I arrived home to find
myself locked out. There is unfortunately no reasonable time to find
out you can not get into the apartment you pay rent for every month. I
will just put back on the old door lock that way no one has a key.
And if Ed thought I had a "copy" of the key,
why would we be having this conversation? Unfortunately, in New York,
tenant laws allow me to force you to reimburse me for having been put
out for hiring a locksmith OR I can just remain having the one key that
you do not have OR no one has a key and I can call up the next time Ed
locks me out. Also, if he was worried about my safety he would have
supervised the people working in my apartment.
As I said in my letter I will no longer deal with this
unneeded harassment and will defer to my lawyer if you'd prefer to
refuse your obligations."
And the moral of the story is - any leeway I thought I had when my refrigerator situation got taken care of nicely is gone. I need a new apartment, NOW!
Its much too hot to be outside with a camera (although I did get a lot of bike riding and laying under tree time in this weekend, the camera made me extra sweaty so it stayed home in the AC) so I've got nothing substantial about my own life to put here, but thismade me a little weepy today and I had to share. I promise this is not the first step to me becoming one of those creepy ladies that does this sort of sentimental stuff often. Seriously, I promise.