several weeks ago we made a deal about me staying longer here. Part of our deal was that I would use the area I am sitting in right now as a working space as well. Just as I did before.
Yes, I wrote working area. By this I mean, I do work when I am there and do expect a minimum of livable conditions in a working area.
After you came back from your single-holiday, isn’t it pathetic if you’re almost 50 but still that dumb that you’re not capable of having a social life or a lasting relationship (actually do you have friends or even people who occasionally call you to ask how you’re doing?) I acknowledged you of the leak in the roof. You noticed the situation, saw the bucket full of water and also noticed that already two ‘asbestos roof tiles’ had come down totally soaken. Since that day I have regularly reminded you of this problem, as well as I did regularly empty the bucket.
Today I would actually need a bath tub to catch all the dripping water, since so far 6 tiles have come down. 2 more will fall within the next hours.
Today again I and someone else reminded you of this problem. After having written this post I will again empty the bucket.
And I will turn the heating on since I freeze my damn ass off here, enjoying the humidity of the whole attic.
As we both know the heating costs go out of your budget. Legally it is my right since the temperature has dropped under 12 degrees Celsius. And I can’t be bothered more about those extra costs, not more as you are bothered by the leak. Did I mention there is another leak as well at the other side of the house?
Nevertheless, since the wet spot in the wall in this area contains an electric plug, this situation is getting quite ‘electrified’. I moved the area around today and that pissed me totally off, because while moving I dropped my amplifier. The fact that it still works couldn’t really calm me down. It was my fucking amp and knowing me you know how important ‘noise ‘is to me. Yes I’ld rather go to an unknown isle with my HiFi than with my girlfriend and hell no I don’t mean a fucking iPod, but my huge noise stereo.
I decided today to acknowledge your employer about this situation since three weeks were not long enough for you to take care of an emergency solution.
You are one pathetic, incapable waste of space, time and money. Thank you for having known you. Now fuck off, we need a new ‘landlord’.
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1 The Rock Bitch // May 16, 2006 at 6:28 am// View all comments by The Rock Bitch//
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Wow that sucks! I hope you get it all worked out and get some heat!
2 krome.obsession // May 16, 2006 at 3:06 pm// View all comments by krome.obsession//
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Kind of reminds me of my Aunt. Late 40’s, never been in a relationship that’s lasted more than a few months .. is dead serious about the fact that she doesn’t “need” a man .. yada yada crap crap .. and then thinks she has the right to pass judgement on my relationships when she’s never even had a live in partner? Strange, strange individual.
Land lords piss me off. We took the place I’m currently in because it was one of the few places we found that allowed us to have our dog. We have had three inspections since we moved in (the higher rate being because of the dog) and every time we were told the house was well looked after. Suddenly, last week, we were sent a letter saying the house was a mess and to kick the dog outside .. all because they’ve decided to sell the house and the lady selling it complained about the dog .. it fucken pissed me off because nothing was a problem before then.