FUCK! (A rant.)
Feb. 1st, 2008 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroseroseBelated warning: The following entry may contain strong language.
We just got a call back from Olena, our former landlady, the same landlady to whom we paid a $1500 deposit two and a half years ago when we first moved in. She had warned us then that, because of our cats, she would get the carpets professionally cleaned when we moved out, as well as hiring a professional cleaning service to do anything we missed, which we agreed to as more than fair. Earlier this month, she had told us that assuming we did a thorough job cleaning the apartment, we could probably expect to get $800 or so back.
Fast forward to last Tuesday. I spent almost the entire day cleaning that apartment - scrubbing spots off the walls, cleaning the kitchen, refrigerator, bathroom, and closets all thoroughly, sweeping and mopping floors, dusting, vacuuming (including in all the little nooks and crannies and corners that generally get ignored), and generally working my ass off so that we'd get most of that deposit back.
Olena just got the bill from the carpet and cleaning services. Grand total of leftover deposit? $52.
Fifty two fucking dollars out of one thousand five hundred.
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
Even Olena was floored - the estimate they'd given her the previous day was significantly less. And as for me, I worked my fucking ASS off cleaning that place because we were, I don't know, sort of depending on the returned deposit to replenish our savings after shelling out for the new place? Not to mention the extra day of missed work Brian and I spent doing all this crap. And the service apparently felt it wasn't up to snuff. Either that or their employees decided to spend the day smoking pot and lie on their timecards.
No, I'm not sounding bitter about this at all, am I?
There are no words to describe how pissed off I am right now. If I'd known they were going to charge that much, I would've just gone to work Tuesday and not even bothered trying. At least I would've had another $120 or so this paycheck to go into our savings account.
All that said, we're not destitute (yet); it's just a very significant financial hit when we're already running low on reserves. We'll just put off any major spending plans for another few months, and cross our fingers that nothing expensive comes up in the meantime.
*sigh*
We just got a call back from Olena, our former landlady, the same landlady to whom we paid a $1500 deposit two and a half years ago when we first moved in. She had warned us then that, because of our cats, she would get the carpets professionally cleaned when we moved out, as well as hiring a professional cleaning service to do anything we missed, which we agreed to as more than fair. Earlier this month, she had told us that assuming we did a thorough job cleaning the apartment, we could probably expect to get $800 or so back.
Fast forward to last Tuesday. I spent almost the entire day cleaning that apartment - scrubbing spots off the walls, cleaning the kitchen, refrigerator, bathroom, and closets all thoroughly, sweeping and mopping floors, dusting, vacuuming (including in all the little nooks and crannies and corners that generally get ignored), and generally working my ass off so that we'd get most of that deposit back.
Olena just got the bill from the carpet and cleaning services. Grand total of leftover deposit? $52.
Fifty two fucking dollars out of one thousand five hundred.
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
Even Olena was floored - the estimate they'd given her the previous day was significantly less. And as for me, I worked my fucking ASS off cleaning that place because we were, I don't know, sort of depending on the returned deposit to replenish our savings after shelling out for the new place? Not to mention the extra day of missed work Brian and I spent doing all this crap. And the service apparently felt it wasn't up to snuff. Either that or their employees decided to spend the day smoking pot and lie on their timecards.
No, I'm not sounding bitter about this at all, am I?
There are no words to describe how pissed off I am right now. If I'd known they were going to charge that much, I would've just gone to work Tuesday and not even bothered trying. At least I would've had another $120 or so this paycheck to go into our savings account.
All that said, we're not destitute (yet); it's just a very significant financial hit when we're already running low on reserves. We'll just put off any major spending plans for another few months, and cross our fingers that nothing expensive comes up in the meantime.
*sigh*
