I moved into a new place I thought would be fabulous. I mean two bedrooms all to myself? Hollllaaaa! And it was the first time I was able to decorate a place just the way I wanted it, rather than be the semi-welcome guest in someone else’s place.
So why do I call it Job’s apartment when it should be called Jae’s apartment? For those who don’t know, Job is a dude in the Bible who used to live a happening life until all the worst possible things happened to him all at once. Granted, I’m still living a better life than poor Job, but still, but STILL!
The day I move in, part of the heating is broken. There are baseboard heaters in each room, but the broken one is in the living room. Okay, no biggie. I’ll just wear a few extra layers. At least the rest of the place is warm. They’ve promised to fix it, so a few days isn’t a big deal, right? (Or as it turns out a few weeks).
Did I mention the toilet also doesn’t work well? Flushing is a best out of three kind of game. Sometimes best out of five. This was also promised to be fixed and/or replaced. Remember this phrase: the squeaky wheel gets the oil. If you’re not complaining constantly, you’re not getting things done—or replaced.
So when it reached best out of ten I wrote a very angry note very angrily and within the day it was fixed. Mind you, this was a full month of putting up with this. How I made it that long, I’ll never know. And part of me wishes they hadn’t fixed it in a sense, because then I could break the contract legally.
But let’s continue…
Did I also mention the hot water lasts 5 minutes at best? Not the biggest problem, but people, I have so much hair. It’s ridiculous. It’s a chore to wash. I only wash it every other day because a) it’s super dry and b) it’s a chore to wash. My showers are long. And I needs the hot water to be equally as long.
Okay, no problem. I figured out how to turn up the temperature dial on the water heater. It’s scalding hot, but it lasts a little longer. I still have to be quicker than normal, but no biggie.
Did I mention the trouble with utilities? For one person in a 900 square foot place, who’s only paying for electricity, the bill should be ridiculously cheap, right? What I didn’t know is these floorboard heaters, they are power suckers and what’s worse a couple of them, even if you have them “turned off” they don’t actually “turn off.” Anyway, Jae got a nasty $100 utility bill (which is extremely pricey in my area for my amount of space). You can bet your bottom dollar I called the power company to complain about faulty meters and what have you. But that’s when he informed me if I can to cut power to those greedy gremlins, Jae’s utility bill.
Did I spend an evening figuring out which circuit breaker went to what? (Heaven forbid things should actually be labeled in Job’s apartment!) Why yes I did. Needless to say my bills are less than half what they used to be.
Not the biggest deal on its own.
But did I mention the smell? As the weather turned colder the tenants below me took to smoking inside. Nope, they’re not supposed to. I moved into a smoke-free apartment complex purposefully. If people want to smoke, fine, but not in a place where others are expecting a smoke-free environment. Anyways, I’m still going through Febreze like I go through Lee Min Ho dramas.
But about that smell…. I reported said neighbors for alleged smoking. Except it didn’t always just smell like cigarettes. As I’ve come to learn, these cigarettes are of the 420 persuasion.
The Bob Marley blanket over the window should have been a big clue. Anyways, it turns out these fine folks are not only doobie-doobie-doing it, but they also sell it. Knocks on the door or on the exterior window late at night? Frequent. Are the police doing jack about it? They aren’t. The manager is going through the lengthy legal process of laying these late-night loser to the curb, but it takes time.
Stinky and late-night noise it remains.
Did I mention the fridge went out? Yep. On Saturday. And that’s not an emergency to the fine owners of our fine complex. I loaded up the perishables that hadn’t already gone moldy and am currently storing them at the BFFs. My freezer was still working, however. But come Monday the maintenance man informed me until the whole thing was completely defrosted there was nothing he could do. Sure would have been nice to know this on Day One vs. Day Three.
I had to store all of frozen food items in a box out on the balcony. At least it’s cold enough for that. I guess.
Thankfully the fridge was fixed—on Day Four. It’s super convenient to drive over to your friend’s house to access your food whenever you’re hungry and then come home and stare at the big empty box taking up space in the kitchen.
But hey, at least the place hasn’t caved in on me yet and I’m not sitting around covered in boils. *knock on lots of wood*
My conclusion? I can’t feel confident that things will ever progress to better in this place. I have never enjoyed living there. While it was a lot of fun to have my own place (when something wasn’t breaking down), it got me thinking maybe I should live with someone to cut costs and start saving up for a down payment on my own place.
All of things things in and of themselves are no biggie. It’s just that piled all on top of each other, well, this is about how I’m feeling these days.
Okay, now that I’ve relieved a little stress with Lemongrab, time for solutions. I think the plan is simple: Sell my contract. Move.
It’s been nearly 6 months and since I have to give 30 days notice to do this, that’ll make it March. I can hold out until March. Sure I can. And the price is pretty reasonable for a 2-bedroom. Plus it’s just 6ish months for them.
Anyways, positive thoughts, prayers, etc in my direction if you would. I’ll keep you all posted on new developments. Much as I loathe moving (again) I’m hoping this next move will lead to a more permanent, happy location.