landlords

the landlord called Z today to let us know he still didn't get the check I mailed last week. I called him back to work out which check he got last, blahblah. Is a problem, but the check should get there soon, right.

then just now I get my low balance alert from my bank, because that check hit my bank tonight, since someone fucking cashed it onto his account on fucking monday. Actually, I am overdrawn, since I figured I could wait to drop cash into the bank since dude didn't even have the fuckdamn check yet, but apparently not only did he get it, he cashed it. what the fuck is that about.
I am super fucking pissed, because seriously, I am going to pay overdraft fees because he said he hadn't gotten the fucking check, and I waited til tomorrow to drop the 20 into the account that z spent at the store. fuck me running.


I will be so goddamn happy when I am dealing with a legitimate property management company instead of this shady ass disorganized private landlord bullshit. no wonder he thinks we're behind on paying him, if he is, what, depositing checks and forgetting he got them? His wife is putting the checks in and not telling him? OMFG

oooh

my unusual, untarot, psychedelic inspired hippy cards are here! I can get truths out of these babies that I have to dig hard into actual tarot to get. YAYAYAAYAYY.

For cereal, I will throw in a reading with these on top of the proper serious tarot people have paid for, and if anyone wants a reading with just these cards, I'd do them cheap, because these are easy for me.

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we are literally three pieces of paper away from having the place, and one of those three is the lease. So yeah, we got it.


but.

after realizing we were still short those paper bits, we asked if we could have another look at the place, because Z still had not seen it.
Z does not love it. The loft is smaller than I thought, and he's not sure it's gonna have room for a bed and his music gear. So we looked at the other unit with the bigger loft, and he hates the kitchen there. I still think there is plenty of room for his damn gear, but he is not convinced, and does not have a giant happy about this place now. aaaaargh. and will apparently not tolerate the substandard kitchen.

But I have talked him down, and said that if he can't fit his gear comfortably in the bedroom we can skip having a damn dining room, eat at the island/bar in the kitchen, and the dining room can be his gear space. I think once we start fitting it in, though, he'll see there is just enough room. He also thinks he saw a drug deal in the parking lot while I was talking to the rental agent, but whatever.

I made a call on one other place that has a fucking 4 br for what we were gonna pay for three, but I doubt they still have a 4 open. So Z is going to have to suck it up, I'm taking the place.