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The Apartment Chronicles, Part One

I consider myself to be an easy-going kinda girl. I try to live by Romans 12:18, "If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men." Having said that, I'm about to start raising Cain in my new apartment.

As I said before, my landlord -- who happens to be the brother of a friend of mine -- didn't have my apartment ready when he said he would. He told me that it was his intention to have the place ready by the first. It's now the 8th, and it's not any closer to being ready than it was last week. I'm trying to be patient, but it's getting harder and harder every day.

In the landlord's defense, he's having health problems. He was recently diagnosed with diabetes. I've never had to deal with a potentially fatal situation, but I don't think it's easy. My guess is that he's been sick all along and didn't realize what was wrong with him. In addition, he had the flu last weekend.

As if that weren't bad enough, he and the nephew who's been helping him with this project have had a disagreement. That means that he hasn't touched the place since the 3rd, when he came in to touch up what the nephew had half-heartedly done.

I'm trying to be understanding of his issues. I really am. However, the longer I stay in this raggedy place, the madder I'm getting. It wouldn't be so bad if my family weren't egging it on. My mother and my uncle, who live in Texas, are about two steps off the plane, and my crazy cousin keeps talking about getting her gangsta friends involved. They've all decided that I shouldn't give Mr. Wonderful another dime until everything is up to snuff. I agree.

I guess the thing that's making angry is that I feel like I'm being taken advantage of. If I were a stranger with no ties to his family, this situation would've been taken care of post-haste. Since I'm just his step-sister's friend, it doesn't matter if I live in squalor. Also, I think he believes that I should be so grateful not to be on the street that I won't demand what I'm paying for. The devil is a liar, and my landlord is a fool if thinks I'm going down without a fight.

I finally had a chance to speak to him today. Now he's saying that he'll get everything done once I pay him the rent. I really don't know what to do. HELP!!!

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