Goodbye, perhaps.

Listen, just giving a head's up to everyone who cares about me here (or maybe just my fan work)...

My fiance' and I just got an eviction notice. We're supposed to vacate our home within half a month. We'd been struggling to pay rent due to the loss of my fiance's job and it seems that our landlady isn't going to take half-payments any longer, and was upset over a check that bounced to to unforseen circumstances.

In other words, the bitch is throwing us out in winter, right before Thanksgiving and Christmas. Far be it from me to wish eternal damnation on anyone, but I think she is going to go to the Special Hell.

In any case we are trying to figure out what to do. The computers might go into storage for a while. I'm hoping we can find/scrape together someplace to stay that's local because I really like my new job, but we might be going back to my parents' old place in Arizona (I hope not, I fear my brother, who is currently living there, I took up my guy's offer to move to Pennsylvania mostly because I could no longer put up with my brother and actually feared for my life a bit from him). Hell, we may invest in a tent and just be homeless in the woods out here. Who knows?

All I want for Christmas this year now is ... to be warm.

Anyway... I'll survive... or not. Just letting you folks get an idea of "what happened to me" if I vanish.

Good luch Shadsie. I was feeling upset because my property has fallen into negative equity despite paying off over £12000 in mortgage payments. At least I'm not losing my home just what I invested in it. *hugs*

Living kind of takes priority over anything done on the internet.

I empathize with you....this next part is going to make me sound like an asshole, its not, it's just me being able to see two sides....but I can also understand the landlady's decision. Albeit, yes it is s***ty they are tossing you out, but they do have a right to expect full payment of the rent. If she's understanding she won't expect you to pay what you already owe her and see the eviction has both parties are financial sqaure.

So good luck keeping warm for Christmas.

Oh, not sure if you are particularly religious but\ a lot of churches and organizations, especially around this time of year, will have charities. Food, clothing, tents(?), and shelter. Check into those if things start to get desperate. And maybe the owner of the farm you work at may give you some land to set-up a tent, if it comes to that.

Good luck to ya.

Well, for what it's worth, thanks for giving us a heads-up about this, just so none of us would have wondered what was going on if you vanished.

Hopefully, things won't turn out as horribly as you're anticipating, but it's good to see that you have some fallback plans. I wish you the best.

If you knew this landlady, I don't think you'd have any sympathies. My guy has been a good tennant for years. She likes to call him up and curse. I mean, Bob tells me you've never heard the f-word come out of an old lady's mouth like hers. He inherited the place from his father, who originally began renting, and this woman started bringing up personal crap about what his father supposedly said about him when they never actually spoke to each other. (The person we used to deal with as lanlord was this woman's husband, a very understanding man who apprently has been absolutely cowed by this woman over the last year or so).

She likes to accuse us of things we aren't guilty of when she's never even come down to the property to visit or check in on us. We've been late on rent before - while her husband was always understanding of financial difficulties (and we've always pulled through, given the time), she... cusses, makes accusations without basis and threatens to send gangsters to our door. Seriously.

Not getting the timely payment is also her fault, in part. You see, Bob talked to the landlord, her husband and the person he had the origial contract with to begin with and they agreed that a partial payment was okay given how Bob's company screwed him over. He even sent in a newspaper clipping detailing the reason why (Bob was interviwed by local news regarding the company he was working for folding and refusing to pay their employees their wages - it's a big mess. Look up "InkStop" on Google to see some interesting anti-corporate-greed protests that are going on!) Anyway, the check was sent, but the landlord/lady took their sweet time getting it in the bank, one of the bill collectors/payment takers that regularly takes from the account electronically swept in, and there was no money in the bank by the time the landlady got off her bum to WITHDRAW the funds via check. If she's gotten the check in the bank in a timely manner - ie. right after it was sent to her/arrived on her doorstep, she wouldn't have had to deal with a bounced check.

And now she wants a full check, is demanding of it, and there is no way we can get that much money to her in the time allotted. She is NOT understanding.

In fact, when anyone calls up my man to scream accustations about his father at him and to lob f-bombs at him... well, that's when I can give two shits about "their rights."

Now, I sound like an asshole. But that's the truth. I *really* don't like to hold the attitude that "the world would be a better place without certain people in it," but she's one of those that makes me reconsider my position.

So, aboslutely no sympathy. I sympathize with her poor husband, who has had to deal with us but also has to put up with her plenty... but... her...no.


And, we looked a couple of reasonable apartments today... and the people running them seem to be sympthatic to our situation (mostly because we can get my parents, who have a better credit standing than either of us do, to co-sign for us). We'll look at more, but it seems we may have a good fallback.

Sorry about you getting kicked out of your home, Shadsie. Hope you find a new place soon.

And your landlady is a supreme bitch. You want me to take care of her?

*sharpens up a meat cleaver*

I could give you her name and city of residence...

I'd shed not a tear.

HAHAHAHAH!!!! Oh for the small details to flesh out a person's identity! hehe. See, I don't have the same compunction about some people. Just listening to all that makes me want to laugh that such a person even exists. Even had you not been evicted you should have been gone the second your contract was up!

You have my sympathies, as I said before, and it is good things are not looking as bleak for you as they were. Good luck grabbing a place to stay.

That landlady sounds like she needs a nice, strong uppercut in the uterus. I hope you and Bob find somewhere to stay and that everything works out for you both. My secondary hope is that the landlady gets hers--no one can go around being miserable to others for that long without some sort of comeuppance.

Good luck hope things start looking up for you. Your a good person and good things will come just hold out. Oh if you give me the dumb bitch's number I'll give her a call she'll never forget. God bless you and good luck.

I've been wanting to get out of the situation almost since he moved me in. But, the thing with Bob is... is that he is the very definiton of conservative. He HATES change. It's hard to get him to make changes, do anything new. So, it takes stuff like this to do it.

We've been overcharged considering the quality of this place... she'll have a lot of tough luck, we think, in getting new tennants in this economy, or even selling the place. With its mold problems (which landlords are supposed to fix, by the way), it might be fit for bulldozing.

So, if in the end she gets a bad deal from doing this to us and we find out about it, I'm going to laugh.

*huggles* I hope things get better for you and your man, Shadsie.
In fact, from your 2nd post I'm getting the impression that they're improving already! :3

From what you wrote, that landlady's so nasty she's sure to receive some kind of
giant bite in the butt-- preferably one that is excruciatingly humiliating for her. >:3

The irony of the story is that while the land lady received half payments before, she's running the risk of not receiving any payments now because she kicked you out! I'm sorry about what's happened to you and your husband, but at least things seems to start looking up.

The landlord called (the guy) and for whatever reason, his wife's paranoia, bad tennants in the past or something - he seems to think we're drug addicts.

WTF?

Maybe it's just that, in some people's minds, people can't *just* be poor, *just* be struggling, *just* have the economy screw them over... we *have* to be doing something bad. *Rolls eyes.*

*slaps hand on forehead*

Some people...

Sorry for all you been through but "The night is darkest just before the dawn" The dark knight. So things will get better. As far as the drug thing goes next time the guy comes over tell him to cut the S**T and get a life. He needs to relize that he isn't king S**T and shouldn't think down on you just because you fell on hard times. Ask him if hes on drugs because hes acting like a total A$$hole.

Did you let him know that in the Special Hell he'll be going to they serve tall frosty glasses of Epic Fail with their platters of WTF?

Uh... there are *reasons* why Bob doesn't let me know the phone number to these people. I mean, he'll be polite and diplomatic... I'm likely to dig us into a deeper hole/get us in more trouble because I'd speak my mind.

It seems like the thing that's got the landlords squaking is that they're under financial stress, too. The landlord apparently bought a new property in August and has already sold it. You don't buy something then suddenly sell it unless something is wrong. They probably want to sell the house, tired of having tennants and just want to sell it outright. (No, we cannot afford to buy). So, I guess I still don't have much sympathy because of the fact that they do *own* property are wanting to get us out to sell it when we pretty much own nothing of great value.

This reminds me of a job I had a couple of years ago... was working under the table for cash payment at a horse ranch. I never saw my last week's pay, and when I asked for it, the owner screamed at me and called me crazy, told me I should be locked up in a mental institution. (This is because I did tell her that I was thinking about suing her over her not giving me my pay). She kept trying to pawn me off to her accountant, which I called more than once - the accountant never got back to me. Sure, it's a little crazy to level a lawsuit at someone for $140, but to me, it wasn't about the money, it was about principle - I was angry and wanted "either pay or to give this idiot a bad name for not paying her employees." I mean, the woman got vicious on me, screaming and tearing me down... About a week later, we drove past the property and saw it under new ownership. Apparently bankruptcy/loss of the property, which is probably why she didn't want to pay someone she apparently didn't think deserve it. I never saw my last pay...

By the way, this was the ranch where I was expected to work the occasional 12 hour day and where I was expected to deal with psychotic horses... this is the place where I survived getting run over and was GLAD that I wasn't badly hurt because I know the woman *wouldn't* have given me any kind of medical compensation if I was hurt badly - knowning her, she would have just yelled at me for being stupid enough to get hurt, but I digress...

In any case, it seems to me that people get the most vicious and uncaring for other people when they're squeezed themselves.

Honestly, I want to change human nature. If I had divine powers, I would, or at least I'd try. We suck.

I also hate all wealthy people on principle right now, unless they're willing to help those less fortunate.

Update on things going on right now:

Losing some of my trust in God (or my conception of the concept, anyway) - or at least, it seems like he likes to jerk our chains.

I know that it's wrong to pray for somone's death, but I did, anyway.


Bob and I found a place we really liked, got paperwork together and looked like we were about to get it. We got denied because the landlord of the new place talked to the landlady (not the landlord, the guy, like he was supposed to), and she apparently screamed and moaned about us. WHICH IS DAMN STUPID if she wants us to GET OUT. I guess she's just a vindicitive creature who doesn't just want us out of the place, but wants us to suffer on the street.

Ha-ha. If we can't find anywhere local to live, my parents have a house in Arizona they're willing to let us live in, my old place. Still, we do not want to go to AZ because of many factors.


Anyway, to the prayer thing... I have the mild hope that maybe this "lady" (I feel dirty calling her by an honorific) will have a stroke or something. And I *know* I shouldn't hope for such things, it's wrong, but in my rage, I cannot help but honestly think upon things like that. She is like a tyrant, first insulting us over the phone and demanding eviction, then, making it impossible for us to actually get a place to live.

What's more... get this... this is some pure, free-range crazy right here:

Last week, she came to the house with a contractor to check it out (since they're planning on selling it). Bob had to go to a job interview and I had to go to work. Bob set up a secret digital camera in the living room to capture what went on in the house (so we'd have EVIDIENCE if she were to trash any of our belongings). When we came home, we watched what the camera had captured on one of the computers. The microphone on the camera is very, very good. Here's some of what went on...

The contractor looked over to a shelving unit Bob had in the living room full of Disney VHS tapes. Pretty innocuous, right? (They are just leftovers Bob has around from when his nieces and nephews used to visit, plus, we like animated films). The contractor-friend-of-the landlady looked at it and said "Oh, Lion King... Aladdin fetish. This guy must be a sex offender." The ladldady then agreed.

WTF?

(I don't know what kind of dirty minds *they* have, but... seriously, WTF? I guess my elderly parents are sex offenders, too, because they keep Disney films for the grandkids' visits).

They then proceeded to go to the kitchen (the microphone is very good on the camera) where we heard conversation of them going into our referigerator and freezer (it came with the house and technically does belong to the landlady). They're going "They're eating reeeeeally well. Look at all the steaks in here. They should be eating hot dogs."

Again, WTF?

(They are welcome to those "steaks" - we got them on sale at the local grocery store, like, really dirt-cheap on sale and they are dirt-cheap quality steaks When cooked, they are the consistency of boot-leather. We also had lots of hot dogs in the door of the freezer unit, which they apparently did not see or ignored). Beside the point, what business of hers is what we eat?!!!

We do have the footage for legal wrangling/evidence (of libel, of unlawful entry/invasion of privacy) if we need it, but I don't think it's of any consequence. Bob is tempted to put it on YouTube to show the massive fail.

I am very sad right now, as I still do not have a stable home to go to, am stressed over it, have been packing like mad, worrying so hard I'm wondering if I have gray hairs, and... after today, with being bad-mouthed to a prospect for no other reason than vindictiveness, I'm just livid.


It is taking all my self-control not to punch holes in the walls. I know we'd get sued for damage if I did that. And that is why this world is unjust

[LIAH: Just merged your posts since that was a double-post, but I'mma bump your thread so people don't miss your update]

This post has been edited by Liah on Nov 19 2009, 09:56 PM

Wow, that woman sounds like a real garbage-pail and the contractor sounds like a dip.

'Hurr hurr, they have kids' videos so they MUST be OMGperverts!11' I've never heard such nonsensical BS in my life. "Durrr, they have steak so they have to be rich!' I work with seafood and meat at my job. There are good cuts of meat, and not-so-good cuts that are going to be cheaper. Most people with a set of eyeballs can see there's a scale of quality, unless they happen to be completely ignorant idiots. Oh wait, these people ARE idiots.

I agree with Bob when he thinks it should be on Youtube--people should know what kinds of ass-hattery to watch out for.

I'm really sorry you're going through this. While Arizona might not be yours or Bob's first choice on where to go, it sounds like it might beat this stupidity.

I worry that we'd be trading one abuser for another, though.

One of the biggest reasons I took Bob up on his offer to move me out to Pennsylvania in the first place was to escape my older brother, with whom I lived, on my parents' property. (They lived a couple hundred miles away, up in the mountains of AZ). That man verbally abused me, threatened me/my property, and has stolen from me on more than one occasion. And there's even squickier stuff that went on... I really don't want to go back to looking over my shoulder, worried that I'll do something to set him off.

Bob and I have trouble enough getting an apartment/property because of the evil system that exist in the modern era known as "credit." Some people will say that it's entirely a person's fault when their credit gets out of hand, but honestly, sometimes you do have to go into debt to survive/pay your bills when misfortune happens to you. I'm still paying off community college loans - whoops, I didn't become quite the success I expected my education to make me. I also bought a (good) used car when I was working for a newspaper as a graphic designer (an actual good job) - was expecting to keep it, was given every indication that I was doing an excellent job, then, *one week* before they were supposed to give me medical coverage, they decided that the new girl was too expensive to keep and fired me on the pretext that I "wasn't keeping up" - which was bull. They also gave the reason of my having a panic attack one day (after I told them that I had mental problems, told them when they hired me), but I decided it was too much trouble to fight, you know, since lawyers cost money and I'm poor...

Then Bob... his credit is worse than mine for various reason - mostly due to keeping us in electricity and groceries during times of hardship...

But, still, apartment places/rentors look at that, and if you're credit is bad like ours, they typically say "deadbeats" and deny you.

There is not enough compassion or courage in this world, if you want my opinion.

The whole *system* makes me angry with rage.

So, while it's hard enough for us to get anywhere, when we find a guy who doesn't care about a credit check, but get the current landlady squaking that we're bad tennants to him so we *don't* get a place to live... I mean... WTF.

Absolute idiocy.