I guess I'm posting this because there's no-one else home for me to talk to. Today I've gone from almost calling the fire department to seriously considering calling the police because of my fucking landlord. He hired people to come into the basement of my building and remove a huge boiler (an operation which shakes the entire building and literally sounds like a semi ran through one of the walls) without telling any of the tenants what was going to happen! I was woken up by what felt and sounded like an explosion. The landlord damn well knows I work nights and damn well knew I would be home, but didn't think it warranted a 30-second phone call to let me know what would happen so I would not think the building was blowing up!
Of course, once I figured out what was going on, I called my landlord and asked him why the hell he didn't tell me. Then, instead of apologizing, he takes a total attitude and snidely says "Why the hell would I tell you?" Of course, I explained that it almost resulted in an unwarranted 911 call (and could've given my mother a heart-attack if she'd been home!). He kept up with the attitude, so I finally told him he could go fuck himself and hung up.
Then it should've been over. But it wasn't. Two hours later he shows up at my house! He pretended to have paperwork to drop off (yeah, right, ever heard of this thing called mail?), but it was obvious all he wanted was to confront me in person because he just couldn't believe anyone, especially a woman *gasp*, would have the nerve to tell him to fuck himself. Of course, this resulted in an exchange that involved me saying the words "If you think you can intimidate me you've got another thing coming" and ended with me telling him he could go fuck himself all over again before slamming the door in his face (and throwing the deadbolt because this guy is crazy!)
So, in summary, I called my landlord with a legitimate complaint, and the whole thing ended with him driving an entire hour to my house to harass me because I wouldn't cowtow to his 'authority' and keep quietly in my place.
Oh, and one extra-special gem from our 'conversation'. When I said I nearly called the fire-department because I thought the building was exploding he said 'why would you call the fire department instead of me?'. *head desk*
It's seriously scary to think that someone crazy and immature enough to drive an entire hour to finish an argument has the keys to my apartment, particularly when I'm here alone all day every weekday. I'm not kidding about calling the police if he comes around here again.
Of course, once I figured out what was going on, I called my landlord and asked him why the hell he didn't tell me. Then, instead of apologizing, he takes a total attitude and snidely says "Why the hell would I tell you?" Of course, I explained that it almost resulted in an unwarranted 911 call (and could've given my mother a heart-attack if she'd been home!). He kept up with the attitude, so I finally told him he could go fuck himself and hung up.
Then it should've been over. But it wasn't. Two hours later he shows up at my house! He pretended to have paperwork to drop off (yeah, right, ever heard of this thing called mail?), but it was obvious all he wanted was to confront me in person because he just couldn't believe anyone, especially a woman *gasp*, would have the nerve to tell him to fuck himself. Of course, this resulted in an exchange that involved me saying the words "If you think you can intimidate me you've got another thing coming" and ended with me telling him he could go fuck himself all over again before slamming the door in his face (and throwing the deadbolt because this guy is crazy!)
So, in summary, I called my landlord with a legitimate complaint, and the whole thing ended with him driving an entire hour to my house to harass me because I wouldn't cowtow to his 'authority' and keep quietly in my place.
Oh, and one extra-special gem from our 'conversation'. When I said I nearly called the fire-department because I thought the building was exploding he said 'why would you call the fire department instead of me?'. *head desk*
It's seriously scary to think that someone crazy and immature enough to drive an entire hour to finish an argument has the keys to my apartment, particularly when I'm here alone all day every weekday. I'm not kidding about calling the police if he comes around here again.