Fed up

I am done, done, done with landlords. I’m never taking on a tenancy again.

I will live with other people if it means not dealing with bullshit like this.

Our run of good luck is up. Not that I  thought this would be simple, don’t get me wrong! No matter how many times T assured me moving out would be fine and how the LL wouldn’t make things a hassle, I knew it would be. He needs to trust my instincts!!

So this week has brought the worst weather all year. Storm warnings were issued and although Auckland never really gets the worst of anything, we still got hit hard by wind, rain, thunder and lightning. I’m talking torrential downpours, beating down on my laundry line and leaving me out of clean underwear for days.

Anyhow, the roof at the old house finally gave way and sprung a leak, soaking the carpet in the living room. It’s been a long time coming. In June the ceiling started bubbling up, which we mentioned to him. I even took a photo of the bubbling paint, so we can prove it. Back then, he said not to worry and that some of the roof tiles had been replaced. Whether they did or not, or whether they did a crap job, something went wrong this last week, and the house is now about as far from watertight as you can get.

This prompted the LL  to send me a shitty text, saying one of us must have cracked the tiles while up on the roof. Can you say RIDICULOUS? Why on earth would anyone be up on the roof? Certainly not to remove the aerial, like he suggested – it came with the house, and that’s where it’s going to stay. And, what’s more, it’s OBVIOUSLY STILL THERE. And how much of a coincidence is it that the roof caved in the exact spot where the paint began bubbling months ago, where the tiles were allegedly replaced?

Roof aside, the whole house is incredibly damp and always had had a problem with damp. Every time I’ve been back since we moved, my sinuses flare up and my nose starts running (or dripping, sometimes). Not surprisingly really; breathing in mould spores can’t be good for anyone. That place is turning into a health hazard.

T walked the LL around, and did all the talking, explaining that we’d warned him about the ceiling months ago and that we had done nothing to cause damage to the roof (something he’s refusing to admit. He’s going to get a builder’s opinion, which I am more than confident will reflect the truth – that there’s four months of water damage in the ceiling, if not more.)

I’m just irritated because this is the last thing I need. I do not need the stress!  Sounds like this is going to drag out forever and who knows when we’ll get our bond money back. Thankfully, T is happy to deal with this. I hate conflict, and he’s much more confident and knowledgable in matters like these. He says the LL was pretty quiet, unusually, and simply walked around the house looking mopey because he knows the house is falling apart. Our old room? So damp you can see the outline of the rafters coming through, the ceiling is getting soft, and did I mention how I could see my breath in front of me in there during winter?
As if that’s not enough, heinous flatmate only turned up at the last hour this morning to clean. Then asked if he would be getting some bond back. Hello, you never actually paid any! This is partly my fault. When we first moved in, our other two flatmates shifted in two weeks before we did and paid the full rent for the house (ie, double). So I wasn’t too strict about chasing up bond in addition to that; I was just grateful they were willing to cover for us. When the heinous flatmate started “paying off” his bond, he was so far behind on bills, I put every payment towards bills. There was never any money left over to go towards a bond. Not, of course, that he keeps track of anything enough to know this.

Kudos to you if you’ve read this far! /end rant

5 thoughts on “Fed up

  • Reply Revanche October 1, 2009 at 19:14

    Oy, chica. Seriously, I’d be stark raving by now if I were you. *hugs*

  • Reply Sense October 1, 2009 at 19:25

    Is there some sort of tenants’ rights organization to talk to about this guy? He can’t be allowed to have tenants ever again.

    Man, I feel so lucky that my landlords are so awesome and do things like fix lights and toilets quickly. I’m going to text them and tell them that right now!!

  • Reply katyhelena October 2, 2009 at 08:51

    I got Kudos!!

  • Reply eemusings October 2, 2009 at 11:07

    Lol. @Revanche, I’m not far off! Still, I reckon if I’ve made it through this year, I can make it through any thing, surely? What doesn’t kill you…

    @ Sense There are def. groups out there that I’ll be calling if we can’t resolve it. We’ll see how this goes with the builders and whatnot. Not sure if he honestly blames us or is just being tight.. He’s one of those who should never have gone into property. He said he thought once he bought a house he had it sorted. Ha! He bought at the height of the boom, and then he lost his job (hasn’t worked most of this year) so has no money.

    @katyhelena awesome! I didn’t think anyone would wade through that post :p

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