Wednesday, July 24, 2013


This week has been far too stressful for me to successfully write a post without coming across like a raging bitch. Yesterday I nearly came unglued because the property management company I pay my rent to has been incredibly unhelpful since I requested back the money that is rightfully mine. The money consists of my entire security deposit and the rent for July, since the property sold at public auction on July 1st. It's funny how they are so willing to accept your monthly checks, but when they fraudulently cash one, they don't want to own up to the responsibility. So, I'm waiting to receive my refund check from them before I officially put them on blast for being an inconsiderate, unethical, bunch of douchebags. And when I say "them" I mostly mean the owner and the broker who apparently have already engaged in some questionable behavior. The office staff has been a little snarky, too. I feel bad that they have to deal with the aftermath of their superiors' antics.

It's funny how the girl in the office refused to answer my very simple question of how much the check was made out for, though she obviously knew it was not for the full amount, but she apparently "isn't able to talk about it". When I pressed her to speak with someone who could, she told me they were unavailable. How convenient. She also wouldn't tell me who "they" were. She forwarded me to the owner's voicemail. I left a message, though I know he won't be calling me back. It's all incredibly frustrating. A Yelp reviewer was echoing my sentiments and I reached out to her to see if her problem was resolved. It wasn't. I'm maintaining my calm, cool, demeanor until I get the mail, but I'm not sure how long that will last if I'm not satisfied with the amount written on that fateful check. I am a Taurus after all, and once you seriously piss off a bull, you better know you're going to get the horns.


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