The Pink Shoe Diaries

So, I am cruising along on Monday afternoon, excited to get home and finish unpacking, and looking forward to having Tuesday off. I realized my phone was off and when I turned it back on it chimed out letting me know I had a voicemail. And WHO might have left me a message? The ONE person who has the power to instantly destroy a good mood.

My Landlord.


"I wanted to let you and Adam know that if you wanted to come clean some more today, that would be good since it costs $55 an hour to hire a cleaning lady and I know you don't want to pay that"

Say what, Insane-o? Didn't you JUST tell us yesterday that we were all set and the apartment was good to go?

And is she seriously threatening me with billing us for hiring a cleaning lady, when I know for a fact she uses a cleaning service after everyone moves out regardless of the condition of the place, and does not charge the previous tenant for it.

"And I know Adam wants me to check your mailbox so maybe if you come and clean some more then I will check your mail"

So now she is apparently blackmailing us by saying we can't get our mail unless we come back and clean an already spotless apartment. When she told us we had to be out of the apartment by 2PM Sunday at the latest. Obviously if she is saying we can come over Monday night to clean than the apartment is still vacant and we TOTALLY could have had until Monday. Especially since she had promised us until Friday in the first place.

Grrrr.

And I have to tell you, as bitchy as she is she is our landlord and you can't ream someone out who has the ability to make your life miserable. At least I don't think it's appropriate to do so. But a girl can only take so much. So instead of calling Adam or my mother to vent and calm down, I called The Bitch right back and left her a message.

"What you are doing to Adam and I borders on harrassment. You told us we would have a week to move and then changed your mind and gave is a day and a half at the last minute. We accepted this and did our best to get the apartment clean. We went back ONCE out of courtesy to you even though the apartment is spotless. We are done. I don't want anymore phone calls about it. If you want to discuss something else, feel free to give me a call. Otherwise, have a pleasant day".

I felt slightly bad. Not for her, but for my coworkers. I think it is less than professional to answer a coworker's query of "What's wrong?" with "My landlord is a dumb bitch and I hope she dies" but hey, when I am mad, I am MAD.

She ended up calling me back at 9PM and meekly telling me she checked the mail for us and there was none. She also informed us that she was letting us keep our bikes in the laundry room as a courtesy to us which is ridiculous since it says in plain language in our lease that we can do so.

I just thanked her and bid her good night.

So either she is finally scared of me, or is secretly planning on sending us the mother of all cleaning bills.

Time will tell. In the mean time our new place is fabulous. Pictures will be forthcoming.