Just how does a person assume that the tenant who has not turned in her keys and who still has a week left on a lease, and whose kitchen is full of stuff, is somehow done with the apartment? Perhaps a phone call might have been in order?

I’d like my vacuum back, for one. And my nice broom. And my nice dustpan and little broom and mop. Not to mention the cleaning solutions and paper towels. 

Grrrrrrr

I’m just so furious right now. Fuming. Especially because the manager is unreachable after 6pm.

And to top it off, I came home and the landlord in the new place (who doesn’t actually maintain much himself) had left us a note saying that if we didn’t clean up the “mess” (i.e., my boxes still
in various states of unpacking, because it’s been all of a week) we could find a new place to live by Friday. What?

I’m just furious. Furious I tell you! Furious enough to go to every apartment-reviewing site and tell everyone about my last year in that apartment complex.

At least in the new place I think if we just tell him about the moving thing–because he may not have been aware, since I’m subletting–he’ll probably understand. Goodness, he can try maintaining a few things around here before getting on our case about a few boxes lying around. I mean, I spent much of yesterday evening washing dishes, cleaning the bathroom, sweeping, wiping the counters–he saw it in its *clean* state!