HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I just cannot stop laughing!!!….
Do you ever come to a point in a situation where everything is going so badly, that all you can do is laugh, and then maybe shrug, and then go to sleep ’cause that’s about all you can handle?
Well, it happens folks, it’s happening right now. We (my roommates and I) found out today that our landlord rejected our third (3rd) applicant in as many weeks. First it was a matter of improperly reported income taxes, and then it wasn’t having enough employment history, and now it’s too low of a credit rating. WTF? We have been sent on a search for the veritable holy grail of tenants — there is but one such person to meet all this filthy criteria in all the world. But where is she — and will she appear? Stay tuned, kids!
And now it’s confusion and shock and dread. Who knew it’d be so hard to fill this open position? Can our landlord possibly be being straight with us — since everyone we’ve sent them has embodied a new (previously unforseen) problem? And if he’s trying to force us out, why doesn’t he just say so after Christina got married and stop wasting our time?
I know that responding sarcastically isn’t going to help anything, and that apathy is not a good reaction to be having, but that’s about all I can muster up about this situation right now. Maybe it’s a measly thing in the grand scheme of the world, but I feel persecuted and left to deal with an unfair situation with no power of my (or our) own. What’s right? Who’s right? What are we supposed to do now? We can’t afford this place on our own, but we really can’t afford the security deposit plus first and last month’s rent in a new apartment right now, either.
I’m so overwhelmed by this situation, I don’t know what to do. None of us know what to do. Except for get mad and cry and then just shrug and go to sleep.