Three Years Ago
In the past three years we've dealt with:
Squirrels living (and still living) in the ceiling and trying to get in through rain holes in the ceiling.
Leaks in the ceiling.
Clogged toilets. No pictures of that, but a nice visual picture for you.
Having to replace a melted oven knob (that the previous tenant melted) on an oven that is circa 1984. I also had to replace the ignitor on this oven too. Between that and the knob, that's about $100.
I think that's the whole of my laundry list of complaints.
This evening, Zorba the landlord's nurse came up frantically knocking on our door.
They had no hot water downstairs so she went down to the basement to investigate.
She ran up to get us because she was afraid that perhaps the water heater was leaking gas and this place could blow.
I went down to the basement with her.
First off we couldn't even GET to the hot water heaters.
Because of the foot of standing SHIT WATER and TOILET PAPER CLUMPS in the basement.
So I couldn't tell what was up with her water heater. I did not smell gas though, so we're safe.
I am so disgusted though by what I saw down there.
We gotta get out of here.
The plan was to wait until September til Dr. Mad Scientist starts drawing a paycheck, but I'm not sure that's going to happen.
I'm thinking about just hiring a realtor to do the legwork for us.
I'm going to be VERY picky about where we serve the last three years of our New Jersey sentence.
I do NOT want to change Chunky's school. The kid has already had enough educational upheaval in his life.
I do NOT want vermin living in the ceiling.
I do NOT want fecal matter in the basement.
I do NOT want vermin in the ceiling (I can honestly deal with mice, mice happen. Even the best landlords have mice.)
I do NOT want to have to pay for appliance repair on appliances I do not OWN.
Cosmically enough, Douchebag Realtor who helped us find this place three years ago friended me on Facebook today. I'm not sure if I'd go with him again, but there's a foot of feces a mere 50 feet below me just festering.
Douchebag v. Pile of Shit.
Pile of Shit v. Douchebag.
I might have to go Douchebag.
Do any North Jersey peeps have any recommendations on a good realtor?
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