So today after particularly annoying day at work (due to being insulted by managers, obnoxious customers, and my register drawer being ten dollars short), I came home to a nasty piece of news... My apartment's lease was being terminated (a fancier term meaning hey, you're being evicted, only nicely so it won't affect your credit). Don't even let me remind all of you that I have only lived in this apartment since August. Now, I've written a post before about my shitty neighbors, and they were even shittier than I thought, as is my landlord, a man named Mike. Ever since we moved in, we have been blamed for things; one of our dogs was marking the bushes outside, because we were never told not to, and we were immediately held responsible for the dying bushes, even though they were dying before we moved in. Our dogs sometimes howl when we are gone, as do three other dogs in the complex, but we again are blamed solely for it--most likely because we are the only ones that didn't complain. There are roaches in our apartment and those close to us, and even though it says that any pests are the landlord's responsibility, we are being held accountable for the entire roach problem in the building, and that among the other things is reason enough for our lease to be terminated today, literally with no notice. I had never known that was in the equation. Mike also cited complaints that we have been having "domestic disputes." When Justin and I argue, we give each other the silent treatment, although I can't remember the last time we've had a real argument (let alone a loud one), and that's being completely honest with myself. Maybe we've been having sex too loudly, and our neighbors are jealous because they're not getting any. I wouldn't put it past them, because of how petty they are. However, on one side the guys can sit outside and smoke shitty weed all night so the whole complex reeks of it, and on the other side that bitch can party and blast music til 2 in the morning and come home drunk and yelling, leaving the porch light on all night every night so moths, spiders, and flies take up both our front doors as their new domain. It's so silly, because not once did I complain about them, despite the thin walls (I can hear our neighbors talking on the phone, using the toilet, slamming cabinets) but the entire time we've lived here, they've done nothing but. It's just one more to add to the plethora of reasons that I hate Greenville... I hate the college kids, the traffic, and the cramped roads. I hate the racist, tough attitude of the locals, and how there's nothing to do but get high and drunk. There's no museums, no pretty boutiques, no hip restaurants. Just Mickey D's for miles and an overcrowded Wal-Mart. I despise the strange weather; either too hot one day then freezing the next, but mostly rain. I even hate the name; both Greenville, and that stupid slang name, G-Vegas. I will not be unhappy to leave, especially since I was going to move to Winston Salem anyway next summer, although the timing couldn't be more terrible, which is the thing that really sucks. Maybe this is supposed to happen. I don't entertain myself with the notion that everything happens for a reason, but I can hope that the big things do, and maybe this will all turn out for the best. I'm sure everything will pan out...
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| For obvious reasons, my address is blacked out, but here's my "lease termination" notification letter for a bit of a fucked up laugh.... ;) |
