The landlord of the premises I am supposed to move into on Saturday did not clean it. Actually, it's the broker. She is such a confused woman. She is handling two jobs, a day job and brokering on the side and obviously she is not handling the broker bit too well. She never even showed me the place herself, she just gave me the keys and asked me to return it to her the next day. At the time I saw it, I noticed all the issues but I thought she would take care of all of them, and I must have mentioned a particular dead bulb to her a million times, but she still didn't replace it.
Today I went in there to happily launch the toilet, to my disgust it's been launched by someone who had the runs. It was disgusting. I am so upset right now I knew if I called her I would curse. I will just write her a nice stern email and if she doesn't respond adequately, then, I will curse, and I shall promise her that if I move out I will leave it in the same condition it was when I moved in. And I shall take my bulb with me.
I hate when long term relationships start this bad. It just sets the mood off badly. I just had every issue under the sun with that place today, driving in, the clicker didn't work and then it finally did, and then driving out, it still didn't work. I am like WTF!
Lord help me.
An update will come when I've cursed all these parties out tomorrow.
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