UPDATE! June 22, 2012
I spoke with the landlord a couple days ago and she suggested I sue Danielle for half a month's rent since her boyfriend moved in at the beginning of June after I moved out. When I asked how she knew, she said his car is in the driveway all the time.
She's such a sweet old lady, but suing Danielle for half the rent would be a good idea if I knew should could afford it. I mean, to file a small claim, you have to pay at least $250 for fees and summons. Plus on top of that, when I win my case (Coz I would), Dee'd have to pay me $387.50 for the rent, plus the fees. But if she doesn't pay up after judgement, then I'd have to dish out more money to force her to pay up.
Dee left her computer open a lot - conveniently on her CIBC account statements. So upon walking by, anyone could see that she had a $20K line of credit to pay up. Not to mention the Credit cards. Plus she had cancelled her trip to Italy earlier in the year. She said it was coz her grandma was sick, but she didn't go down to Florida to visit her nanna. She simply couldn't afford it. So there's no way I'm wasting my time trying to get a couple hundred bucks out of her.
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This past week has been quite the fucktard. Can I even use that word as an adjective?
There's no word to explain it. I was backhanded with a nasty flu and knocked on my keister for five days. Three days off work was nice, but not when you're too weak to take advantage of the time! But I caught up on my movie watching and with all the On Demand shows I missed.
I was recovering quite nicely yesterday - my first day back at work - when my roommate thwomped me in the gut with some not so kind words.
Our lease expired April 30th. So that night when we both got home from work I reminded her to give our landlord new checks.
She went white and her jaw dropped. Then she ranted about how she thought I wasn't going to renew my lease according to a tiff we had in January. (OK, it was a huge blow-out fight because I was having fun on New Years Eve and she wasn't. I'm not even kidding - that's exactly what it was about.)
Apparently she had brought her boyfriend to meet the landlord over the weekend and they gave him a lease to sign. My landlord is a sweet lady in her 80s. I'm sure she was confused. But she was probably even more confused when - after the realization that I wasn't planning on moving - Danielle yelled something about having the landlord kicking me out and ran down to rant to the poor lady. She was gone for two hours. She came back and was on the phone for another hour before I tip toed in and asked if everything was ok.
She broke down in tears.
She apologized for assuming I was going to leave. And continued to blubber about the same things she always does when she gets way ahead of herself and confuses the hell out of everyone. I've had a year dealing with events similar to this. I had enough. But now was not the time to tell her. I had to calm her down. She's a whole 10 years older than me and plenty marbles short.
I woke up at 4am today and couldn't get back to sleep. I kept replaying our conversation in my head.
- How she kept bringing up our past fights
- How she kept reiterating that she doesn't criticize my dating choices
- How she repeated how she was not used to having a boyfriend
- How she didn't want me to be mad at her or think that she was trying to kick me out.
I stayed calm on the outside, but I was a tornado of anger inside:
- I told her she doesn't communicate properly and makes decisions too quickly.
- I told her she has to understand that she isn't supposed to necessarily trust my friends, but at least trust me in that I make good decisions.
- I reminded her that she is 10 years older than me. (She really didn't seem to like that.)
- I told her that this type of behaviour makes me feel like this isn't our place, but her place.
And then she proceeded to say things like:
"When you move out..."
"...Just because you don't have a boyfriend..."
"I'm sorry I keep bringing it up, but..."
I got the feeling this wouldn't be the last tiff we have. And I just can't deal with anymore.
I initially moved win with Danielle because my previous landlord was selling the condo I was renting and I wasn't interested in buying. Her roomie was moving back to Montreal the same month i needed to find a place so it worked out perfectly. Rent was $400 cheaper and I was going to be in Rosedale instead of Yonge and Eg. Score! Still, I should have paid mind when she said "Stephan always stayed in his room - I wonder why?" That was the clue I totally missed.
Of course so was her totally irrational behaviour over the past several years I've known her, but I thought living with someone would teach me a lot about myself.
And it sure has.
It taught me that my sanity is worth way more than saving a measly $400/mo.
How to be more upfront when things bothered me.
To clean up after myself more frequently.
Patience. How not to keep track of the little annoying things. How not to freak when she ate my asparagus by 'accident'.
How I miss walking around my apartment totally nude.
How I miss having people over whenever I want without having to keep someone else in the loop.
Time to get my own apartment again.
So I called the landlord this morning and apologized for the confusion my roomie caused for her yesterday. She was very ...tact, but I could feel her voice soften up when I said that I feel I should leave because of the communication barrier with my roommate - how she clearly doesn't make me feel welcome and wants her boyfriend of two months to move in.
What the landlady said about my roommate had me grin and shake my head with amusement.
"That lady is very aggressive."
Couldn't have said it better. Anyhow the landlady apologized to me for the situation I found myself in. She said she felt terrible about my predicament but understood while I wanted to leave. She said she'd give me a good reference, which I really appreciated.
I have already seen one place today and am looking forward to seeing another very promising unit nearby tomorrow. I plan to move out June 1st or July 1st. We'll see what happens!
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