Complaining about something*,  Handy Dandy Landlord / Apartment Junk*


I’m so mad I don’t even know what to say. I hate my apartment building so much. Before I explain what just happened, let me explain that we have a storage locker in our basement. We use it to store our excess things (Christmas tree, etc) and last summer I kept my bike down there. Until someone broke the lock off and stole it. Luckily it wasn’t an expensive bike, but the fact that someone actually went in and stole it really upset me.

Today it happened again. Not my bike (I smartened up and began keeping my bike out on our balcony with the hubs’) but I went down today to get some luggage and found the metal clasp that holds the lock so badly bent that I couldn’t even close it and the lock was gone. I mean someone went to serious trouble to break it open this time. Now all of our camping equipment is gone, and I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty sure they took a couple bags of odds and ends, including some of the hubster’s computer stuff.

Now for my favourite part. After I recovered from the initial shock of not finding a lock on my locker and it looking a lot emptier than I recall, I stormed down the hallway to my landlord’s apartment and started banging on his door. Finally he got around to opening it up, and I pretty much shouted my anger over what had happened to him and his wife. He shook his head, and this was the gist of the conversation:

Him: “That’s too bad… [Joe] will be here in the morning. He’ll fix it.”

Me: “No. I don’t think you understand me. My things are in there UNLOCKED because someone went in and bent the clasp so badly that I can’t even put a lock on it! I don’t want to leave it like that.”

Him: “Well we’ll lock the room up at 8, or maybe a little earlier.”

Me: “But my I can’t lock my storage container!!!!!!!!!!”

Him: “Oh well we’ll lock the whole room up for the night around 8pm.”

At this point I stormed out of his apartment and back upstairs in tears. I HATE HATE HATE that people steal things. I would NEVER take something that didn’t belong to me. Not to mention going through that amount of effort to attain it. I’m so mad I can’t even handle it. I called the Hubs to tell him, and he’s going to call our property management company and I’m currently looking online for a new apartment. I’m so done. Too bad it’s crappy Senior’s City and we’re probably in the only decent-sized, non-studentish, clean apartment in the city. FUN. I’m sorry if I sound bitter, I’m just so upset that people are so low.

Here’s the real kicker: I have no idea when my things were stolen. I rarely go down to the storage room so it could’ve been today, last week or 3 months ago. If it was in the last 3 weeks then it’s almost my own fault. When I went home my dad gave me a huge new blue industrial lock to put on it, but I’ve been procrastinating going down there because I don’t like going by myself, and the Hubster isn’t here much in the day time. But then again, they pretty much broke the clasp right off the door, so the lock wouldn’t have even really done a lot of good.

I can’t wait to be out of this city.

Shop Girl*

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