Ok. Day 12 of no internet connection from home. This fucking sucks. My attempts to abandon ship with the cable jawn and move onto DSL were thwarted by the fact that Cavalier Telephone doesn't work in my area. We live in a world of monopolies and I am getting forced into paying VERIZON aka the DEVIL an incredible amount of money per month just so I can add movies to my Netflix queue, look up shit on IMDB and rant about my pathetic life on this here forum. I'm further confused by the whole DSL requires a phone line nonsense. I have a phone. It's called a cell phone. Why do I need a fucking land line in this day and age? Just so I can then be set up with your overpriced DSL service? The wires come in to my house already...can't I just plug in a DSL machine and call it a day? Nope. You have to have a phone line...what a scam.
In addition to this bullshit, I'm also kind of over the whole landlord vs. tenant situation that has been going on for the Ridge Ave place that I recently vacated. Since I have been without a connection, I haven't had time to really detail the latest and greatest from the old place. It's now Friday night @ 10 PM and I'm at work BORED out of my mind. Yeah I have work to do, but fuck it. I owe you motherfuckers a story...
The Move
Ok. So I think all my former roommates agree at this point that we could have done a better job at a couple things before we left each other's lives and the place on The Ridge. For starters, we could have started downsizing our lives more than 2 days before we decided to move out. Since I was living with 4 college kids, 3 of whom graduated this past December, I probably should have expected what eventually transpired. Everyone with the exception of me was returning home to Mom and Dad. Therefore, essentially everything that couldn't fit into a bag or an SUV was deemed trash and had to be put on the curb come the final day of move out. Bad idea. We basically wound up with enough trash out front of the house for the entire neighborhood. And it wound up attracting some seedy fuckers who trash picked and left quite a path of destruction in doing so. This got the neighbors pissed and in turn made the landlord angry at us. The right way to do things would have been to down size over the period of 2 or 3 months, phase furniture out slowly instead of all at once. Oh well. Since we didn't do that and had a mound of shit on the curb, the landlord was forced to move the shit to a dump himself and charge us a fee for doing so. Nice. Or that is his story and he's sticking to it in any case.
What really bites is that he further docked us for leaving a bunch of shit in the house that he had to remove in order to paint...but this one isn't just our fault, the new tenants kind of fucked us a little by telling us, and by us I mean ME, that they wanted some of the shit we were tossing into trash. The way things went down, I was basically the only person living in the house for the last weekend. I had a chance to meet about 5 different guys who were getting ready to jump into this house the minute it was livable. All college kids at Philly U and from what I could tell nice enough guys. Since they were in and out of the house while I was packing up my shit and pretty much got a view of the heaps of trash everywhere inside and out, they started to ask if certain items were being left behind. I did my best to give them the low down on the place, including explaining that the landlord is a bit of slumlord when it comes to repairs. I went so far as to talk specifically about which things they would like me to leave behind for them. Since I was last one out so to speak, my roommates had left behind shit everywhere that needed to hit the curb. If I could wrangle out of moving all this crap, then why not? Extremely long story short, I wound up leaving some shit here and there for the new kids. Kitchen dishes, silverware, a microwave, some food even. I did clean out the fridge from top to bottom and toss away a lot of old cooking wear. I also left some home furnishings like a homemade entertainment center that the one kid liked and a couple tables in the basement. The kids even trash picked a ton of crap and put it back on our porch and in the front room of the nearly empty house on the last day before move out. I didn't see the harm and if someone could use this shit, then great. Go for it!
Too bad Mr. Landlord, inspired by his distaste for our curb side mess I'm sure, went ballistic about all the shit "left" in the house. I guess I became the fall guy for being the last man out and arranging shit "behind his back" with the new residents. This part kills me. I met these kids in his company and had discussions with them in his company. (except when I told them that he was a slumlord on repairs) When he flipped about all the shit in the house that didn't make it's way out to the trash, he wanted to know when this all was arranged with the new tenants. YOU WERE STANDING RIGHT THERE YOU FUCKING NIGHT TREMORS HAVING, PUSSY WHIPPED, SLUM LORD MOTHERFUCKER!!!! In any case, the new kids clammed up when the landlord asked them whether or not they asked to have certain things left in the house. Fucking assholes. I guess they figure they don't me anything...
When Mr. Landlord's wife gets a hold of this information, she gets all cunty about getting us back our security deposit. Brother Dan, the Negotiator, managed to come up with an amount of money we could afford to live with losing...knowing full well that this woman could completely fuck us over if she wanted to. Now here were are pushing 2 weeks since move out and the landlord and his wife are still playing games with us. First they wanted "PROOF" that utilities were paid in full. Now they want us to wait until they enjoy a weekend away in the mountains before they verify if the bills are in fact paid up. What a nightmare. I'm glad that I don't necessarily need this money like I know my roommates do, but I still want it. It can go towards my fucking VERIZON DSL bill that is ineviatable.
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