I got to check out the new apartment today. My leasing agent warned me that the people had only just returned the key and that it was "disgusting." I could go look at it if I wanted, but she apologized for the state of it.
So of course I went. It's a one bedroom and so I need to start planning how we'll fit/cram everything into it.
At first I didn't think it was that bad, but then I saw the kitchen. "Disgusting" was right. I don't think these people owned cleaning supplies, let alone cared for using them. In addition to the grease and stains and unidentified piles of what?, there was still food in the fridge. And a tub of it on the floor. A big bucket of tofu and beans with what appeared to be mouse droppings on top. They also left behind a really nice set of cast iron skillets, though I can't fathom why. The large box of skillet frying grease indicated they used them a lot. The bathroom was just as bad. I won't get into it.
The pans & food weren't the only things left behind. Some of it was trash. One was a nice tortilla basket. Mouse traps were in the dinning room, which made me thankful I have 2 cats. Cat in the Hat stickers were on the hall door knobs and on some of the mirrors. Two McDonald's stuffed animals on the floor of the closet. A small child's hanger.
So they had a kid.
I did see a grade report on the fridge with all the magnets they left behind.
I went back a second time, bringing Zelda. I figured she could get a head start on spreading her kitty pheromones about and scaring the mice off, so I wouldn't have to deal with finding them dead later.
I found a flier taped to the wall. It had a post-it on it that said, "D, Please return the book and bring in your hw. Mrs. G." I looked at the flier it was attached to and it was for Little Rembrandts; an art program for children 1st grade through 6th. The price of the after school drawing lessons were underlined. $68 for 8 weeks. Of the payment types accepted "cash" and "check" were underlined, but not "credit card."
There was also a section on "What to Expect" next to which was a "The program will improve" section. Nothing under "What to Expect" was underlined, but a good number of promises of improvements had been. Things such as improved "behavior" and "attentiveness." The one that hit me, the last one they underlined, was the promise of a "I can do it! attitude."
Before I left I went to check out the view from the windows. We will be trading in our mingling of tree and city skyline for a view of the garage entrance and the dumpsters. I reminded myself that this would only be for four months.
The little girl before me, She's lived with the view of garbage for much longer than that.
So of course I went. It's a one bedroom and so I need to start planning how we'll fit/cram everything into it.
At first I didn't think it was that bad, but then I saw the kitchen. "Disgusting" was right. I don't think these people owned cleaning supplies, let alone cared for using them. In addition to the grease and stains and unidentified piles of what?, there was still food in the fridge. And a tub of it on the floor. A big bucket of tofu and beans with what appeared to be mouse droppings on top. They also left behind a really nice set of cast iron skillets, though I can't fathom why. The large box of skillet frying grease indicated they used them a lot. The bathroom was just as bad. I won't get into it.
The pans & food weren't the only things left behind. Some of it was trash. One was a nice tortilla basket. Mouse traps were in the dinning room, which made me thankful I have 2 cats. Cat in the Hat stickers were on the hall door knobs and on some of the mirrors. Two McDonald's stuffed animals on the floor of the closet. A small child's hanger.
So they had a kid.
I did see a grade report on the fridge with all the magnets they left behind.
I went back a second time, bringing Zelda. I figured she could get a head start on spreading her kitty pheromones about and scaring the mice off, so I wouldn't have to deal with finding them dead later.
I found a flier taped to the wall. It had a post-it on it that said, "D, Please return the book and bring in your hw. Mrs. G." I looked at the flier it was attached to and it was for Little Rembrandts; an art program for children 1st grade through 6th. The price of the after school drawing lessons were underlined. $68 for 8 weeks. Of the payment types accepted "cash" and "check" were underlined, but not "credit card."
There was also a section on "What to Expect" next to which was a "The program will improve" section. Nothing under "What to Expect" was underlined, but a good number of promises of improvements had been. Things such as improved "behavior" and "attentiveness." The one that hit me, the last one they underlined, was the promise of a "I can do it! attitude."
Before I left I went to check out the view from the windows. We will be trading in our mingling of tree and city skyline for a view of the garage entrance and the dumpsters. I reminded myself that this would only be for four months.
The little girl before me, She's lived with the view of garbage for much longer than that.
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