HIGH LIVING
I moved to the country recently due to a custody issue with my child. This has been the worst experience of my entire life. I am sharing just to get out my frustrations and try to find some humor in this. The place that I moved into is awful.
It is a two bedroom mobile home in ten miles from town in a neighborhood full of strange people. Let me start with the trailer and tell you all about that. It was suppose to be refurbished, and I didn’t look at it before I moved in I took the word of the owners that everything was finished. I put in my notice at my apartment and moved in. When I got here, I saw this big blue tarp across the roof. What is that for, that is for the leaking roof that they didn’t fix. The tarp is tied down by straps to an old shop vac on one side, a stake in the ground on the other, the electrical box on the back, and then a bush in the other back corner. The tarp hits the house when the wind blows, banging and beating up against the windows, the side of the house, anything really. I haven’t gotten a full nights rest since I moved in. The door flew open the first three nights that I was here; I finally put in a deadbolt and fixed that because I got tired of being scared out of my sleep. The carpet in the second bedroom has a big wave running through it, where it wasn’t put down right. The carpet is that tight stuff that offices use. Where is the plush carpet that they told me would be here? The glass door in the front doesn’t have a spring on it, and the wind catches it and pushes it open and closed. I wish that it would bust, just break the damn thing. As for the carpet, I wonder why they didn’t just use fracking Astroturf. The light fixtures consist of something that is in the ceiling that has bulbs in it. The covers for the light fixtures are not up, and I don’t know where they are. In the kitchen, the temperature knob and the bake setting knob are missing. The stove stinks everytime I cut it on to cook something. I wish that it would catch on fire. The countertops are not secure; they just kind of sit there and wobble around. Wow, think that is enough to **** me off. Wait, I have more to tell you about. I had to put the blinds over the windows. The window in the back has a big crack in it. The second bedroom, the main bedroom, the main bathroom all are missing doors. The electrical outlets are a crap shoot; they might or might not work. AAAAAHHHHH, it makes me want to scream and yell and go live in my car. This isn’t all. Lets go to the washing machine and dryer…..yes there are hookups, but they leak water all over the place. The vent hole for the dryer was not cut out. I complained about all of this and have yet to see results. The owners sent some old plumber up here to look at the leak, and he said that he isn’t sure what the problem is. I haven’t heard anything else. I have a washer and dryer, yet I am going to the laundry mat every week. Fun times don’t end here!!!! The toilet in the main bathroom doesn’t work. The compartments in the fridge fall out when you open the door. The icemaker doesn’t work. When I got my power bill, it was $250.00 for 30 days. I almost took a crap in my pants when I saw it. Do you hear the bluegrass music playing in the background? I do. There aren’t any towel racks in the bathrooms either. The second bathroom doesn’t have a showerhead. There aren’t any smoke detectors. When I asked about the power bill, I was told that I needed to find the vent in the living room and “just cut that on out”—damn!!! They also told me that the unit that controls the heat and a/c is rigged up some special way because it is broken. Now that I have told you about half the inside problems, I will tell you briefly about the outside. The building is full of garbage, junk, whatever you want to call it. The back yard is full of old scrap wood, old tires, old batteries, and various garbage strung out, in piles in some places. Anyone looking for a couch, it is a bit rain soaked but anything is possible. The people that I rent from are related to my son. I do plan to move, but I have to recover from the cost of moving here first. It turns out that the individual living here before me was on crack. Great. I wonder if it can get any better than this. Next time you think that a few minor home repairs are a hassle, I hope that you think of my story, and just know that it could be worse.
It is a two bedroom mobile home in ten miles from town in a neighborhood full of strange people. Let me start with the trailer and tell you all about that. It was suppose to be refurbished, and I didn’t look at it before I moved in I took the word of the owners that everything was finished. I put in my notice at my apartment and moved in. When I got here, I saw this big blue tarp across the roof. What is that for, that is for the leaking roof that they didn’t fix. The tarp is tied down by straps to an old shop vac on one side, a stake in the ground on the other, the electrical box on the back, and then a bush in the other back corner. The tarp hits the house when the wind blows, banging and beating up against the windows, the side of the house, anything really. I haven’t gotten a full nights rest since I moved in. The door flew open the first three nights that I was here; I finally put in a deadbolt and fixed that because I got tired of being scared out of my sleep. The carpet in the second bedroom has a big wave running through it, where it wasn’t put down right. The carpet is that tight stuff that offices use. Where is the plush carpet that they told me would be here? The glass door in the front doesn’t have a spring on it, and the wind catches it and pushes it open and closed. I wish that it would bust, just break the damn thing. As for the carpet, I wonder why they didn’t just use fracking Astroturf. The light fixtures consist of something that is in the ceiling that has bulbs in it. The covers for the light fixtures are not up, and I don’t know where they are. In the kitchen, the temperature knob and the bake setting knob are missing. The stove stinks everytime I cut it on to cook something. I wish that it would catch on fire. The countertops are not secure; they just kind of sit there and wobble around. Wow, think that is enough to **** me off. Wait, I have more to tell you about. I had to put the blinds over the windows. The window in the back has a big crack in it. The second bedroom, the main bedroom, the main bathroom all are missing doors. The electrical outlets are a crap shoot; they might or might not work. AAAAAHHHHH, it makes me want to scream and yell and go live in my car. This isn’t all. Lets go to the washing machine and dryer…..yes there are hookups, but they leak water all over the place. The vent hole for the dryer was not cut out. I complained about all of this and have yet to see results. The owners sent some old plumber up here to look at the leak, and he said that he isn’t sure what the problem is. I haven’t heard anything else. I have a washer and dryer, yet I am going to the laundry mat every week. Fun times don’t end here!!!! The toilet in the main bathroom doesn’t work. The compartments in the fridge fall out when you open the door. The icemaker doesn’t work. When I got my power bill, it was $250.00 for 30 days. I almost took a crap in my pants when I saw it. Do you hear the bluegrass music playing in the background? I do. There aren’t any towel racks in the bathrooms either. The second bathroom doesn’t have a showerhead. There aren’t any smoke detectors. When I asked about the power bill, I was told that I needed to find the vent in the living room and “just cut that on out”—damn!!! They also told me that the unit that controls the heat and a/c is rigged up some special way because it is broken. Now that I have told you about half the inside problems, I will tell you briefly about the outside. The building is full of garbage, junk, whatever you want to call it. The back yard is full of old scrap wood, old tires, old batteries, and various garbage strung out, in piles in some places. Anyone looking for a couch, it is a bit rain soaked but anything is possible. The people that I rent from are related to my son. I do plan to move, but I have to recover from the cost of moving here first. It turns out that the individual living here before me was on crack. Great. I wonder if it can get any better than this. Next time you think that a few minor home repairs are a hassle, I hope that you think of my story, and just know that it could be worse.
