Neat, vw.
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
VW that's really cool!!
Also? It's impossible for him to be able to evict you. Assuming he even could prove you are eligible for eviction (which I don't think so), it takes a lot more than 30 days to evict someone and you'll be moved by then. Don't even worry about that.
Seriously. I was *just* about to post that. It takes 30-60 days to evict CRACK DEALERS, for real. And for him to prove you had made the place "uninhabitable," he'd have to call in the Health Department. (Who would then laugh at him and pimp-slap him for wasting their time.) So unless there are rotting animal carcasses in the living room, you're good.
{{{-t}}} I was going to suggest what Robin said, too. I'm so sorry you have to deal with his crap right now. Does he know you lost the baby?
-t, DID you guys give written notice that you were moving on June 1? Or was it just sorta verbal?
I'll lay on the guilt if I can. Though right now I don't know if I could bring myself to speak to him at all, much less civilly.
I looked that up, ChiKat, and in New Orleans, eviction is a 10-day (possibly 5-day) written notice. Even so, the only reason I'm worried about that at all is we're using him as a reference for our rental applications. Anyway, I'm hoping we can move immediately into the townhouse we're looking at tonight so it won't be an issue.
Heather, is Cyn the one who works at the silversmiths? Because while I am hoping to not need help finding a place to live, I do have some silver that needs repair - my mom just gave me some of her old stuff.
(((-t))). Your landlord is an asshole.
Also: I am sure that when/if I have a child, i will be a crazy worried maternal type. But my mom was a crazy worried maternal type, so I come by it honestly.
Also, in mememe news: This morning I had a one-on-one meeting with a fairly important person, and halfway through I felt a button come loose, and while I was trying to remedy it while taking notes and without calling his attention to the matter ... my entire shirt came open.
This is why it is good to wear a camisole.
t, that's just effing evil
-t, DID you guys give written notice that you were moving on June 1? Or was it just sorta verbal?
We did not. We said "We're looking to move this summer, probably in June", he took that to mean June 1. But we're month-to-month and apparently he is within his rights to demand that we leave within 10 days for no reason at all. Gotta love Louisiana law.
And, Cindy, he must. At least, he knows I was pregnant and now I'm not.
{{{-t}}}, who is very pretty. Good thing your friends the Bitches are right about eviction proceedings. Sadly, I have been there, but it all worked out before the Law was summoned. Go forth and creep him out complaining of thy Woman Troubles and move away happily. I hereby smite this crappy landlord with the curse of inconvenient paperwork snafus forevermore.
Had my second panel-style interview in a week. I don't know why, but these are occasions when I suddenly become aware of my own voice sounding funny and it becomes difficult to speak, clearly or otherwise. It surely would be nice to get a job before my unemployment runs out all too soon. I can always go back to temping, but... that solution really stinks.
Now I am going to climb up on my roof and spread some acrylic sealant around. The courageous unemployed people have saved a bundle of $$$ doing this job themselves, but then they went and frittered away bunches of $ getting the 30K service on the new van. Clearly I am insane doing both these things on Friday the 13th. Perhaps I should consider running foolishly around the back yard in my underwear hoping for a movie-monster style of disaster instead.