I finally found an apartment. I've been on a waiting list at a place called Indian Valley since February, and about a week ago, by luck, I happened to call at a point where there was one apartment open. I should be moving out around June 21.
I know I haven't been updating the page much at all for quite some time now. I've been keeping a journal, just not online, mainly because the main thing I write about is my living situation. I guess I didn't want to write anything bad about anyone on here, but now I'm kind of to the point where I just don't care. I've decided that I have never had a good friendship with Katrina, if any at all, and I don't particularly want to have one either. Living with her has stressed me beyond belief. (of course this is probably because I'm crazy, but..) I would come home from work, after driving an hour and fifteen minutes in crazy traffic/terrible weather and any little thing she would do would ruin the rest of my night. She could have done worse things, I'm sure, but it's all these little things that just kept building up. I honestly think a lot of it comes down to how messy she is. When I first moved out, I was not like this. I really think her messiness has made me a clean freak. I just can't stand it. I hate coming home to gross dirty counters and dishes that have been stacked in the dish dryer for the past seven months. I also think she is extremely inconsiderate. Extremely. For example:
Ok, I'm going to try to explain this the best that I can. I will try to start at the beginning. Quite some time ago, Haydn and Katrina told me and Kory that they had found an apartment, and they were moving out together. They both know that Kory and I can't live together because of our beliefs (this is the reason Katrina moved down here with me in the first place, so I would have someone to live with) and that it is going to be hard for us to find apartments where we can have our animals and that we can afford. This is inconsiderate. If I was in this position, I would talk to them first to make sure that they were ok with it. I'm sure a lot of people would do the same thing they did, in fact they would probably give their roommates even less of a notice. So I do give them credit for that, they gave us plenty of time to find a place (but obviously this doesn't help with the two factors that hinder us). So the weeks pass by and I search for apartments. Katrina tells me that our lease is going to be up on July 11 (I think, it could have been the 15, but it doesn't make a difference). I find Indian Valley, and I put in an application saying I want an apartment for July 1, thinking, hey, this is great because this gives me 11 days to move my stuff, and that won't be too much of an overlap of rent. Only 11 days, not like it's a couple months. Keep in mind, this whole time Katrina and I are not talking to one another. Me, iI have nothing to say to her, and I have no idea why she isn't talking to me. A couple months later, she leaves a note on the dry erase board for me, saying that I need to turn in my 60 day notice that I will not be renewing the lease. So I do, thinking my 60 day notice would need to be in by May 11, and hey, a little early won't hurt. For some reason I asked to read the lease (she had it) and I found out that our lease is up on July 31, not July 11. Great. Now I told Indian Valley that I wanted an apartment on July 1, so if I get one, I'm going to have to pay one month's rent at two different places. At this point I had no idea what to do. I decided to just pay at two different places because if one comes up for me in late June/early July, I need to take it because there's no knowing when else I would get one. So I called Indian Valley, and the manager told me that she had a couple places possibly opening up in June, and that she would do a credit check on me. Great! So I called her back in the morning while I was at work, and she had forgot to run the check, and said she would call me back before noon. Well she didn't call. I was really discouraged, and I decided to leave work early for some reason. I got back home, and Katrina told me the "whitehall ladies" (managers at my current apartment complex) wanted to talk to me. So I went down there with Kory and the nice whitehall lady told me everything was fine. The mean whitehall lady told me something to the effect of, "you are breaking your lease, right?" and I said, "huh?" at this point I found out that Katrina had put in her notice to move out on July 1, but I didn't put any specific date on mine. The whitehall ladies had assumed that I was moving out on the same day, and were about to rent out the apartment. Obviously the mean whitehall lady was mad when she found out I didn't know when I was moving because I'm sure she really wanted to rent the apartment out. So she was yelling at me, Kory was yelling at her, and I was about to cry. But whatever. I had until May 31 to give them a move out date. Of course the mean whitehall lady didn't want to give me more time because I had already turned in a 60 day notice, so she wanted an exact date then! But too bad! I told them I would have it to them by May 31 and left. At this point i'm really freaked out, because now the whitehall ladies are mad at me, and the nice lady from Indian Valley didn't call me in the morning, and I left work, so what if she called after lunch when I had already left?! So I took a risk on really annoying the nice Indian Valley lady (whose name is Colleen), and I called her. And it's a darn good thing I did! She said my credit check was perfect, and everything looked great, and that she had an apartment she could rent out at the end of June. Great! Except for the fact that I would be paying for the end of June, and all of July at two different places! So I told Colleen that I would have to think about it. I called my dad, and we decided that I should take it because like I said before, who knows if another one would come up. I called Colleen back, and told her I would take it! So we set a date for June 21, but that may change depending on how much work they need to do on the apartment. So right after that Kory and I went back to the whitehall ladies and gave them a notice that I would be moving out on July 1 after all. So now I am going to be paying over a months rent at two different places. None of this would have happened if Katrina had had the right end lease date (I know it's partly my fault for not looking at the lease earlier, but I asked her when it was up, and she told me the wrong day. It's not like I just assumed it was a certain day like she did.) So now I'm paying all this extra money because of her (but then again I may have not had an apartment if I waited another month).
So at this point I'm thinking, "Can someone possibly be more inconsiderate?" And I found out that, yes, they can. This past Monday, Kory got online while I was at work and told me that the microwave at my apartment was gone. Obviously Katrina has started to "move out" already, which makes no sense to me. You would think that if someone had a set a moving out date for July 1 that they would be moving out around then. At the earliest, maybe June 1. Nope, not Katrina. She started "moving out" two and a half months before her lease was up. This is pretty much ok with me though, the sooner she gets out the better. I guess the word "started" is the key in the past couple sentences, because it is now wednesday and she's probably only moved about 10% of her junk. But, hey, she's got two and a half months! What's the rush, right?! One of the first things she took was of course the microwave...the microwave being one of the few things of hers that I use. She also took her silverware, dvd player, some plates and cups, and that's about all I noticed. Well, she did take one of her four body washes out of the shower, and one of her bottles of shampoo, and some other miscellaneous primping items (hair iron, etc.) but her boxes of crap are still downstairs, cluttering things up. Luckily I don't really need a microwave and I am doing just fine. Oh, and she took her dish towels. And while she was doing so, being the inconsiderate person she is, she pulled mine out of the drawer, threw them up on the dirty gross counter, and didn't bother to put them back. These things are pretty trivial I suppose.
See, when I found out I was moving out June 21, I thought Katrina was moving out July 1. In the back of my head I thought, hey, the gas and electric are in my name, I could shut them off on the 21. But of course I really would never do that. And even if I did, I would have warned her. Obviously not the case with inconsiderate Katrina. She asked me the other day if I wanted the phone line switched over to my name. I said no. I'm not paying for the phone line by myself, nor the cable. And I should not have to. She should be paying her utilities up until the point where the lease is up. This is extremely inconsiderate. Not that the phone and cable are that important, but whatever.
The day she started moving was wonderful. iI came home and there were no dishes in the dish dryer. Let me tell you about that. They (Katrina and Haydn) NEVER put their dishes away. They would "wash" them, set them in the dish dryer, use them, and repeat the cycle all over again. At first I used to just put them away for them, but obviously I got sick of it. So i just started using the dishwasher. So when I came home that day and there were no dishes in there, it was glorious. I washed out the dish dryer as best I could (yes, it was dirty and disgusting, hence why i said that they "wash" dishes), washed my dishes, and put them there to dry. And guess what? The next day when I came home from work, I put my dishes away!! In the cupboard where they're supposed to be!! Imagine that.
More about this "washing" of dishes. They don't do it very well. And they know it, and they don't care. (Yes, this has turned into they because Haydn is guilty of this too) Eh, who needs to wash the bottom of plates and pans? yYou don't eat off of that part! This is their logic. So I would come home and my pots and pans and plates and bowls would be in the dryer with crusty gross food all over them. Whatever. If you want to use your own bowls and leave gross food all over them, go right ahead. but if you use my dishes, I expect them to be cleaned properly, and put back in the cupboard where you found them. (in the beginning, the dishes weren't "mine" and "hers". Once this terrible dish washing ability was discovered, there became a separation between her dishes and mine oh, also..this also came about when I would wash whatever dishes were in the sink, but when Katrina would wash dishes, she would only wash the ones that she used. Even if there was just like a glass of mine in the sink, she wouldn't wash it). Ha, that reminds me. The other day, Kory pulled the collander out, and there was a whole dry noodle sticking out of it! Not like a spaghetti noodle, but a wide twisty one! Now really, I know I am not the cleanest person in the world. I will leave dirty dishes up in my room, sometimes until the weekend when I actually have enough energy to wash them. But at least they are up in my room, where she doesn't have to look at them.
I know it doesn't seem like much, being an inconsiderate slob, but it drives me insane. I just don't see why it is so hard to clean up after yourself. If you spill wax on my side of the bathroom counter, clean it up! If you're done drinking your disgusting milk, put the container in the recycle bin, not on the top of the counter! This is another thing that really bothers me. There is one bag for plastic/glass/etc recycleables, and one for paper. HOW HARD IS IT TO SEPARATE THEM?!?! It got to the point where they would only go into the right bag if I actually wrote PLASTIC and PAPER on the bags! And the next week, it was back to the old routine of mixing cardboard boxes and pop bottles! I still find this amazing. It would be fine if she actually took them out herself and sorted them, but since I'm the one who takes them out every week, I would appreciate it if she would separate them so I don't have to sit outside by the garbage and sort each bag out.
The handle on the sliding glass door. It has been broken numerous times (by Haydn and Katrina), probably 4, and this last time Katrina decided it wasn't very important to get it fixed. So now our back door does not have a handle. Part of it is sitting on the counter, and the other part is sitting outside because she is too lazy to pick it up. I'll admit, that door is pretty hard to open, but not so hard that you have to break the handle trying to open it. It better be fixed by the time we move out. I don't want to call the whitehall ladies because 1) I didn't break it and 2) they yelled at me about the lease and now hate me.
The washing machine. I was offered a washer and dryer for $50. Katrina said she didn't have money to get them, but I really wanted them so I bought them. Well, the washer leaks. My dad tried to fix it a few times, but it didn't help. It's not much water, so I just put a towel down to soak it up. Generally, I can do two loads of clothes with one towel, but I usually only use one towel per load. So Ii would wash my clothes, then wash all the towels, and would end up with one wet soggy towel. I would just leave the towel there, because what else am I going to do with a wet towel? I can't wash it because then I would just end up with another wet towel. Ok. I could care less if Katrina and Haydn use my washer and dryer, I just ask that they have a little RESPECT for my things. They would go to wash their clothes, and just use my wet towel over and over and over, far past its maximum absorbency, to the point where the laundry room floor is covered in water. If you're going to wash your clothes, use your own towel to soak up the water! Just throw mine out of the way! Recently, I've started putting my towel into a bag when I'm done washing and just kept it in my room. Also, they never clean out the lint trap. They'll dry like three loads of clothes, and never clean it out. One more thing. The dryer is not a place to put all the junk you don't want! I can't even tell you how long Katrina's empty christmas boxes were sitting up on the dryer. And of course they would fall off, so some of them were laying on the floor next to it. Now yes, I do keep the potatoes on the dryer, but that's because there is nowhere else to put them! The top of the refrigerator is covered in boxes and bags of Katrina's food that has been there for months. I can't set them on the floor because Dory will eat them. So I feel like it's ok to put potatoes on the dryer! Ha. But a litter box that you don't use anymore? No. Katrina got a cat a while ago, even though we're only allowed one dog or cat per apartment, and she already has a dog. She didn't really have anything for this cat, Cello, so she took one of the ferrets litter boxes from Haydn/Kory's apartment. Well she ended up getting a new litter box, and just stuck the old one on the dryer, and it's been sitting there ever since. Apparently she doesn't think it's her responsibility to wash it out and bring it back to Kory's apartment (it is Kory's, we bought it when we first moved down here). She has recently taken her crap off the dryer, and she left the litter box up there.
Well i sure hope Katrina plans on helping to clean the apartment before we both finish moving out. I pretty much lived in my room for the past nine months, rarely ever sat downstairs in the living room. Yesterday, Kory and I moved the couches around and vacuumed the floor (imagine that, vacuuming!) and I can't believe how many stains are on the carpet! It's insane! It is the dirtiest carpet I've ever seen! And let me tell you, not one of those stains is from me, or Kory. Maybe it's kind of wrong that I only care about the cleanliness of parts of the apartment that I occupy, but whatever. About a month ago, I bought a bottle of Nature's Miracle and cleaned some dog pee stains up in the hallway in front of my door. Haydn noticed this, and wanted me to leave the bottle out for him because he was going to try to clean up some stains downstairs (yes, Haydn cleaned the apartment A LOT more than Katrina ever did). The next day I came home and the whole bottle was gone, and obviously it didn't do a darn thing. Haydn told me he would buy me another bottle. He did, and I am almost positive that they took some of it out (because I had already used like, what, 20ml.....on their dog's pee stains upstairs!)!!!! How ridiculous is that?!?! I couldn't believe it. And I was skeptical, thinking maybe it just doesn't come as full as I thought. But then I went to use it, forgot to take the little seal off, took the cap off, and the seal was stuck up in the top because guess what? They had already opened it, and just layed the seal on top of the opening, but of course it wasn't sealed, so when I had turned the bottle over and tried to get some out, it got lodged up in the cap! So not only was I angry that they had took some out of the bottle, but now I had this dumb seal stuck up in the top of the cap that I couldn't get out!!!! Anyways, Katrina better be down on the floor scrubbing the carpet at some point in the next two and a half months. I told her before we even moved into the apartment that if she got a dog, that I would not be paying for damages to the carpet. And now this situation is here. I'm pretty sure we're not getting our security deposit back, and I'm pretty sure she won't get her pet deposit back. And i'm even worried they're going to make us pay more! Gor real, the carpet is really bad. Not to mention other things that are falling apart that aren't really our fault.
Goodness. I really didn't mean to complain this much about her, but I've been holding it in for so long. I don't know. I'm not really angry now. I wish them the best of luck, but whatever. I just feel bad for the their animals...a beagle, a cat, a ferret, and two birds. All of these animals living in an extremely tiny apartment. Dory didn't have enough room at this apartment! And of course she has never really been taken care of well. She sits in her crate all day long while Katrina is at work, and then Katrina would come home, let her out for a bit, and then go somewhere else while Dory sat in the crate some more. She would wake up in the morning for work and stick Dory in the crate without even taking her outside. She probably didn't feed Dory either. And then there was the whole period where she was going to get rid of Dory, we can't forget about that. And then poor Cello. Everytime I would go into the bathroom (where Cello's food, water, and litterbox are) her food bowl would be empty. She would follow me around, meowing like crazy, so I would fill it up for her. Quite some time later Katrina left a note on the dry erase board (once again, why can't she just say something to me?) that said "Do not feed Cello! She's on a diet!) Whatever. Cello is not overweight. So poor Cello barely got any food, never really had clean water, and not too long ago was locked in the bathroom because she had stopped using her litter box. ?!!? My friend Jessica works at a vet and I told her about this litter box aversion and that the vet where Katrina works at told her to lock Cello up in the bathroom..and she said, "What kind of vet does she work at?!!) Could she possibly not be using the litter box because you rarely ever clean it? Have you noticed that she always looks like she's having trouble going to the bathroom? That she would sit in that position for like five minutes? Ever noticed that she's going to the bathroom on cool hard surfaces, like the sink? Sure sounds like a uti to me. But no, she seemed to think it was because she changed the type of litter. Which is a possibility, it does happen, but i don't think that was the case here. Whatever, I'll admit it. I don't think she takes very good care of her animals, especially for someone who works at a vet.
Not to mention that Cello has already injured one of Katrina's birds, and my little parakeet, Marzipan!! I guess I can't totally blame Katrina for this, but I'm going to. I have a parakeet, Marzipan, and a cockatiel, Eleanor. I leave them out of the cage, all of the time. I know every article you read will advise against this, but I've been doing it for so long, and I've never had a problem (up until this point). I was at Kory's one night, and Katrina called (this is very strange) and told me that Cello had attacked Marzipan. She wasn't bleeding or anything, but she wasn't using one of her legs. I went home, and Katrina was acting so concerned about my little Marzipan that her cat had attacked. First of all, how did Cello get into my room? Who knows? I ALWAYS shut my door. My only guess is that either Haydn or Katrina were up in my room using my computer, and left my door open, or didn't shut it properly. I am blaming them for this. I just don't see how else my door would have been open. And I really have no clue how Cello would have gotten to Marzipan. The cage is about three feet off the floor, and Marzipan rarely comes down to the ground, especially at night when this happened. Katrina claims she heard Eleanor screaming, so she went upstairs to check it out and found Cello in my room with Marzipan hobbling around on the floor. I don't believe this is the reason she went upstairs. I think she had originally told me they heard Cello making noises upstairs, but assumed she was just playing with her toys (yeah, my bird!). So she told me two different stories. That doesn't really matter. Marzipan was doing alright. It was sooo sad to see her trying to get around the cage without one leg. But she recovered just fine about a week or so later. The thing that bothers me the most about this is that Katrina never once apologized for it. She was acting so concerned about little Marzipan, but never once said she was sorry that her cat attacked my bird. But this doesn't surprise me because there are plenty of times when she hasn't apologized. Like the time that Dory ate my headphones. Or the time that Dory ate my only pair of shoes for work. Or the time that I came downstairs to get my dad's digital camera and the buttons were all popped out of it, probably because she dropped it. She didn't even admit to this one, let alone apologize for it! Once again, extremely inconsiderate.
I still don't understand why they got an apartment so early, especially one that is so small. My apartment is $460 a month, almost 1000 square feet. Theirs is about half that size, and $500 a month I think, $450 without the pet fee. I'm sure Dory would have been much happier in a bigger apartment, but who knows.
Alright, I'm done for now.
