I suppose since it’s been ten days I should post a little something.

Sadly, with the mood I’m in now, it might end up being less… positive than I would like.

Whatever, y’all know how I roll by now, right?

I had my yearly ob/gyn appointment on Tuesday, which was also a “let’s figure out just how fucked up your uterus is and why you can’t get pregnant” sort of appointment.  The good news is that it went extremely well, much better than I ever expected.

But it’s a long story worthy of a post all its own, and right now I can’t even think about that because I’m a little concerned that come next weekend we’ll be living in a cardboard box.

We have been looking hard-core for a place now for 3 and a half weeks, and we are basically right where we fucking started.  Tomorrow we’re going to look at our last resort, back-up apartment complex.  I’ll be praying they can get us approved in time to arrange everything to be out of here next weekend.

God help everyone if I have to go without internet access.

Why is this so difficult, you ask? Well, I really don’t know other than maybe being a property manager is a super hard job that makes returning phone calls, scheduling appointments correctly, or showing up on time damn near impossible.

Apparently we lost that other place, but I don’t know for sure because Big Local Property Management Company never did call us back.  Despite reassuring us twice, with rolled eyes and a heavy sigh, that they would call as soon as they knew something.

Maybe they were too busy rolling around naked in all their application money.

Sometimes, we call about a place and find out that all that stuff on their ad about how they allow pets, or will do a month to month lease, isn’t true.  But maybe we would consider a longer lease, or a different property that happens to be more expensive?

Bait and switch, much?

And no, I don’t mean Craig’s List.  I mean actual websites of legitimate property management companies.

Or, sometimes, we call and after being assured we are the first people to call, and will therefore get the first available appointment all by ourselves, we show up to find someone else looking at the same time. This person is always either a ninja, or someone who has already filled out an application.

We’re still waiting to hear about the duplex we applied for on Tuesday.  There are lots of things I like about it, but it’s not my first choice at all.  It could be nicer, cleaner, and closer to town.

But, I guess it beats living in a cardboard box.

Tags: dealing with property management companies, moving, rental applications

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