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....I've been really slack lately and I thought I'd better fill you all in on what's been going on. A lot of you would know bits and pieces of what I'm about to post, so just skim through what you already know.
October 15th, 2005
I signed a lease on a house with Angus and my best friend Anna. I hadn't been able to take time off work to look at places and since Angus was unemployed, he'd been looking at places. Anna had looked at the place and seemed happy with it, so I figured that if she thought it was ok, it would be alright. Dumb move, i know
A month before the lease was signed, both Anna and Angus got kicked out of their houses and had been living at friends' houses, so our plans of finding a place became a lot more rushed and urgent. Angus and I had been fighting a lot and I had put it down to the fact that he was stressed out about being homeless and that things would be alright once we found a place. Anyway, the morning we were going to sign the lease, Anna called me and said she hadn't managed to put away quite enough money to cover her 3rd of the $800 bond plus the first 2 weeks rent we had to pay when we signed the lease, so she asked if I could pay the difference and she'd pay me back. I did it, knowing I'd get the money off her. We all met up at the train station, went into the real estate agents' office, handed over our cheques & money orders and signed the lease. We then walked to the house. The outside of the house looked kinda shabby, but being a rental property I knew it wasn't going to be great.
Angus decided he was going to a public phone to make some calls about getting the electricity connected. Anna and I then decided to go through the house and fill out our copy of the Condition Report which the agent had given us. This was to confirm that the house was in the condition that it was left in after the last tenants had gone and to show if the house was damaged by us during our tenancy. Looking around, I realised I had made a huge mistake. The house was fucking disgusting. The kitchen hadn't been cleaned by the last tenants before they left. There was sticky stuff on the kitchen counter, the griller in the stove was dirty, there were 2 rotting onions in one of the cupboards, there were corn kernels on the floor. The bathroom was even worse. There was spots of blood on the vanity, the shower had really mould on the wall, there was filth in the bath and the toilet looked like it had never been cleaned. Anna's room had a hole in the wall near the ceiling from where the roof must've been leaking. There were water marks on the wall under the hole. The carpet was dirty. When Angus came back, we told him it'd be a while before we'd be able to move in because the house was filty. He took one quick look around the house and asked what was wrong with it. On my way home, I realised that there was no way I'd ever be happy living there and that I had stopped loving Angus quite a while before but had refused to admit it to myself. I broke up with him the following day.
On Monday, I went down to the agent to see if I could get my name off the lease. They said I had to write a letter saying that I would like my name taken off the lease and that Anna and Angus agreed to it and to get it signed by them and bring it back. My parents and I went around to where Angus was staying to get him to sign it. He tried to get me to talk things over with him, saying everything would be ok once we moved in and everything had settled down. I told him it wasn't going to be ok and that I was sick of him bullying me and trying to control my life, which he had been doing ever since we first slept together. He said he'd only been treating me badly over the house thing because I'd been reluctant to tell my parents about it and he was frustrated because he and Anna "needed my co-operation". What they needed was, in fact, my money. Without that and my steady employment history, there's no way they would have been approved for a lease. We all agreed that we would all pay a third of the rent until they found someone to replace me.
December 2005
One morning I saw Angus at my local train station. He got off the train which gets there before mine. He was walking around the platform looking for me then got on my train. I felt so unnerved by it that I got off at a different station to the one I usually do once I got to the city incase he decided to follow me to work. The week before Christmas, he called me and told me that his friend Gina had put in an application to replace me on the lease and that they were waiting to hear back from the agent who would let them know if the landlord had approved Gina or not.
The friday before Christmas he turned up at the metal club I go to. My friend and I moved to another part of the club to get away from him because I felt uncomfortable and he followed us. This happened more than once.
January 2006
After hearing nothing from anybody, I made a call to the agent this Friday. They'd heard nothing from the landlord. Yesterday I went down to the agent and asked what was taking them so long. the woman who was supposed to be our property manager said she'd given the application to a colleague to handle because she couldn't make the landlord understand what we wanted done. How hard could it be? It's not rocket science. My mum asked if there was someone else we could speak to who was in a position of management. The managers were out of the office until Monday but my property manager said she'd call the landlord that day and let me know. 15 minutes later, my parents and I were just going to the mall when the property manager called me and said she'd spoken to the landlord and he'd agreed to approve Gina's application. She'd also spoken to Angus and said that he was going to call them on tuesday to arrange a date for Gina, Anna and himself to go in and sign a new lease. After that happens, all i have to do is sign a few things then i'm free! I can finally think of applying for a loan for a car.
And so ends my 3 months of hell. I know I was stupid for signing a lease without looking at the house first. This has been a really expensive mistake for me, and one I will never make again
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