Angela says she “is an almost-24-year-old ex-retail-slave mom of two crazy boys, and husband who acts like one. She likes to blog about her family and read about other people’s crazy lives! Meeting new people and sharing stories. I am ridiculously nosy.”
We’re still working on trying to get our belongings replaced. My husband went into the leasing office and asked for the manager’s phone number, and after throwing the word “lawyer” out there, she showed up to talk to him. She didn’t seem to think that the company is at fault, and the regional manager just happened to be there to talk to him as well. She agreed to pay for just the mattress, which I will not accept.
Yes the crib was a hand-me-down, but the fact of the matter is that we now have no crib. My 7 month old child is still sleeping in a bassinet because hehas no crib.
So yeah, we’re still working on that. But it’s gets better!
Monday, my dishwasher decided to stop working. And then, under my sink I found evidence of a rat. EW! Tuesday morning my husband calls the leasing office to tell them about the two problems. Tuesday goes by and no one shows up.
Wednesday a maintenance worker comes by to check out the dishwasher. Turns out, our rat chewed through some hoses. Then he tells me, get this, that the exterminator only comes on Tuesdays, so he can’t fix it until then. Now normally I am extremely down-to-earth, go-with-no-flow, non-confrontational. But I look at him and say, “So, you’re telling me that we just have to deal with it. Until Tuesday.” He mumbles something about talking to “them” and that he’ll be back.
Fast forward to today, he finally comes back and attempts to fix the dishwasher, but the rat chewed on quite a few different parts. (GROSS.) He magically has some rat traps that he puts under the sink and dishwasher. Says “they” will probably just get us a new dishwasher, but we have to get the rat first.
So now I wait. I’m waiting to find a rat stuck in a tray full of sticky stuff under my sink. My stomach is turning just typing that. Our lease ends August 13th. I keep telling myself, only two more weeks in this hole and then we’re free.
I think I may need to contact the local newspaper. This has turned into a real night mare for me and I think people should know about it before they move in.