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Leaning on the Landlord...or Having My Say in the Tenant War

If you're a regular reader of this forum, you know I've been going through with my landlord from the beginning of this whole moving fiasco. He hasn't kept his word on anything he promised, and after almost three weeks, I'm STILL living out of my suitcases. This weekend, he expected to get rent from me.

While I'm not one to lay up in a place -- any place -- for free, I don't appreciate being subjected to these kind of conditions:





After careful consideration, I decided to break the payment into two separate money orders. My plan was to give him half now and half when the work is completed in my apartment. I think that's pretty generous considering the fact that he was supposed to have things ready by the first.

When I made my argument to Mr. Wonderful, he seemed to be on the same page. He understood my need to protect myself, and he didn't trip. However, that tuned changed the next day.

He said that he was going to get things together, starting with the bathroom tile and the general handy work. All I needed to do was drop off the money orders. I reiterated that I'd only be giving him one. He misunderstood and thought I was only giving him one hundred dollars. That's when he told me that he wasn't going to allow me to dictate to him when he got his money. He said, "You can give me the money, and move at the end of the month."

I'm the nice one of my family, but please know and trust, I don't take too kindly to that kind of talk. If my landlord thinks he can take my money, fix up this dump, and kick me out, he needs to change his mind quickly because that's what he won't do. I went completely ballistic on his tail. I explained my position to him, in no uncertain terms. I won't go into the gory details, but let's just say that it wasn't a family-friendly or politically correct conversation.

I think he got the picture. At this point, he's had the kitchen cleaned and turned on the hot water there. He's also started on the bathroom floor, and his friend is supposed to come by and finish up the handy work. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, and I hope you will, too.

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