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GIVE ME MY FREAKIN' KEYS!!!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Susan and I just signed a lease for a new apt, for which we were supposed to get the keys today.
As you might guess, since this is categorized under “The Rants,” we did not *exactly* get keys as promised. Susan went out of her way, despite having not slept for a great many days, to drive down to the rental company’s main office in Inglewood. That is NOT close. After waiting for a long time, they gave her the keys.
We decided to meet at the apartment tonight at 7 pm so we can begin the sterilization process. As you may or may not know, I’m paranoid of other peoples’ cooties. I’m fine with my own cooties, but your cooties are disgusting. We met at the apartment, which is also not particularly close to either school or work or home only to find that THE KEYS DID NOT WORK. Some genius gave us the wrong ones!
Now if we were leisurely people, this might not be such a bad thing. But we’re two overbooked, overstressed, overly type-A personalities. This did not go over well. We tried to call the 24 hour maintenance to open the place. We couldn’t get a hold of anyone. We called the leasing agent. “We can’t send anyone over to open the apartment. And no, we can’t give you keys that work. Silly girls. What were you thinking?” At which point we considered breaking down the door. You figure it’s their mistake, they should fix it!
What I would really like them to do is meet us at the apartment with the keys so they can PROVE to us that the keys work. They keep saying, “No, you have to come pick them up from us in the land far far away through trials and traffic tribulations.” Funny, they had a way of sending someone to show off the apartment. How hard could it be to meet us there to give us keys?
Is there no recourse for action? I’m just a little upset. Ok, *really* upset. I wasted 1.5 hours of my busy night just driving there and back and trying not to yell at the guy for not having this all in working order on the day of our “move in.” Thank goodness we didn’t actually have a truck with all of our stuff in it ready to be moved in! I immediately began plotting an escape from our already-signed lease. Surely there must be a legal loophole! Of course, I have absolutely no knowledge of law, so that was a very short thought cycle.
All I can say is if this is the way it’s going to be throughout our tenure at the new apartment, I’m going to have a conniption. Any of you legal people out there know what I might do in the case that they’re really not cooperating and continue to follow this course of negligence? Help!
I’m gonna calm down. Have some nice hot tea. Already had a full own turkey dinner to soothe my soul. I guess we can hope and pray that tomorrow is a better day.