If it’s not one thing; Its another.

Date posted: Monday May 4th, 2009 || Filed under: Uncategorized || 2 Comments

Alright, I think I officially believe that this day, week, month sucks. Every single day its a new task or new problem that we have to overcome. 80% of those problems all revolve around my shitty apartment. I hate this apartment! (I know, why don’t you just move? Do you have $1200-1600+ for security deposit and first months rent for our new place. We don’t make that in a month… let alone saving that up when we’ll only have about a hundred dollars of spending money after bills with our new lease.)

So, I went to take a look at the mold that I knew was slowly growing in Nickolas bedroom because it really started to bother me.  So, I had taken a look at it because I told the apartment lady (the one that does all the paperwork with the income and how much we have to pay) and she said she’d get it taken care of. Remind you, this was back in January when I told her about this.  So, about three or four weeks the on-site apartment manager came knocking on the door with two guys coming in saying they were going to fix the dry wall in the bathroom – which is also moldy. They said they would come back in a week, took my number, never returned.

So anyways… I already explained in the last entry what I was going through with the lease, rent amount, and all that bull shit… Well, now I have this to worry about.  Here are the photos.

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Fucking disgusting! So, here’s what I did: I called Mike’s parents, showed them the photos via email and they said I need to call them again ASAP about that because its unhealthy! So, I did, I went and talked to the on-site apartment manager and told him that we need to take care of this immediately. So, he called the owner and said he’d get back to me when he knows whats going on.  About twenty minutes later, he knocks on the door.  Says, “Well, he can come look at it tonight, or tomorrow. Your choice.”  I’m like “Here, why don’t you come look at it.”  So I take him into the bedroom and show him. This is what he said, ” That’s only mildew. Its not mold. Its perfectly fine. Just take a bleach solution and wipe it down. You need to open up the windows; get some air in here. Everything is fine though. He’ll just come in, tear off a section of the dry wall, replace it, and apply kilnz to retreat the wood. Don’t worry that’s not harmful.” Called the owner, said that 5pm would be fine to come by, and left. MILDEW?! That is NOT mildew. I started to cry…

I feel horrible for subjecting my children to such a crappy enviorment. I feel bad for having to make them deal with this. I hate that we don’t make it enough to live in a normal place. I hate the fact that economy is such a horrible thing right now. I don’t regret having my children – I just have guilt for having to bring them up in these hard times. I wish the best and everything for my children, and I wish so badly I could give them the best of the best; sadly I don’t believe that’s possible.

So, Mike’s parents will be here, along with Mike when the owner comes later. If he says its mildew, I’m pretty sure they’re all going to go off. I don’t even want to be here when he comes. I’m so upset about this whole thing. I just want it all to be over. I want to be out of this place. I wouldn’t care if I lived in a fucking trailer ina  mobile home park to get out of here. If they don’t do something about this immediately we’re going to contact the Health Department, HUD, and whoever other authorities we need to contact to file a complaint about bad management and such.  I’ve always paid my bills on time, never had the cops called on us, and followed every single rule that we have. What do I get in return? Mistreated. I get treated as though I’m a pile of shit. Just another welfare case trying to get everything for free and fuck the system. They look at us, and everyone else, like we’re scum. For what? Because we live in low income housing and have some of our bills paid for by the goverment. Okay. I worked my ass off for a long time at a really good paying job for what? To get screwed.

This system is fucked. The government is fucked. Everything is fucked. People wonder why I’m depressed. Look at the bull shit I go through on a daily basis!