mobile update and LS#15

My computer is still at HP, yet I have not had the meltdown I thought I would without it. Or maybe just the specific meltdown, anyway. I do think that I handle stress better when I have a place where I can zone out and forget about the real world and all the crap that goes along with it.

To explain – I am moving, which should be a joyous occasion on my part but thanks to all the obstacles that continue to pop up with shrill notes of “surprise!”, moving is definitely not what I would have it be. First there was the news that my bf and I hadn’t quite caught by reading the lease before that even if we gave 2 months notice and forfitted our deposit of $500, we would still have to pay in full the remaining months in our lease! Our lease ends in August and rent is $875 a month – you do the freaking math.

So, with tears in our eyes, Zeb and I agreed to put our apartment up for lease, so that when someone came looking for our layout, they would offer ours before anyone else’s. Last Friday I got s call that someone wanted ours, but it went to vmail. Thanks to my phone being an absolute jackass, I didn’t get that message till Monday. I called the office only to find that they’d offered this to one other person as well – and they’d called beck first. WTF. I was so upset, I broke down in tears.

Now, it isn’t that I don’t like this apartment. When we moved in, Zeb and I were in love with them. A company has been purchasing historic mills in our area and they turn them into beautiful lofts with high ceilings and gigantic windows with a brick outer wall. The amenities are pretty good as well – beautiful pool area, full fledged gym open 24 hours, gathering areas complete with cast iron furniture and 4 star grills, as well as two elevators at each end of the mill. This last one is a complete must, as each floor is two storeys tall which makes the building actually nine storeys, if you count the basement entrance.

Even so, the elevators break down very so often from idiots holding them open too long, the resident’s gate doesn’t work that well as the south west entrance. The parking is atrocious and the layout isn’t any better. If you don’t get the minimal prime parking, it can take you anywhere from five to fifteen minutes to walk up to the building, which = am sure is not bad to someone like a New Yorker who has to walk a block from the parking garage anyway, but here in the south good parking is one of those amenities that is just short of required by law.

I really did not mean to go on an apartment bashing spree, but it did make me feel better. Anyway our reasons for moving are this – money (the place we’re moving to is small and cozy but light and airy too and looks like a pottery barn apartment waiting to happen, plus it is only $550/month), energy waste minimization (our loft has 14 ft. ceilings and 10ft. windows and the two bedrooms which lack windows are like caves which equals a pretty high requirement of electricity for light and air conditioning or heat), and last but not least, space. Not that we don’t have that all ready, but the space we have is very awkward and we have just too much emptiness. As I said, the new apartment is small and cozy and filled with light, plus there is a balcony : )

Where was I. Oh, yes. Other mishaps. Well, I had two things on my credit that I had to pay – a very old library fine I didn’t even know about and some fine BMG music, which I’d seriously never heard of. I pretty much got fucked over there bc it was either pay or wait three months while the claim is investigated, which is time I didn’t have. See, I wanted the new apartment to stay within our immediate grasp, just in case our apartment was to be called for, which it was – yesterday.

However, we’ve paid for this month’s rent and won’t get that back for 5-30 days so we have been a little tight with all this needing to pay for stuff (didn’t mention the application and holding fees for the new place). Then when we think all is settled and all we need to do is figure out money stuff, we get a call from the new apartment. The woman who manages the apartment we lived in before our current apartment is saying we owe $245. This is something she tried to do before when we’d all ready moved out and Zeb cleared it up with and it was all fine and dandy. But now the bitch is trying to do it again.

So anyway, we paid that.  All over.  And then that night we got a letter from our current apartment that we owe them $198.  They told us before that we didn’t owe anything and that we would be getting a refund for the rent we’d all ready paid, but no they took the discount we got for prorating and applied our rent refund and the $198 is the difference.  I am seriously so very sick of all this shit.  Instead of saving us money, which is what moving should do, it is only costing us so much more than it should.  It makes me want to cry.

Anyway, I have been trying to write this post over four days and can no longer go on.  My phone is terrible for updates.  So this is it.  It should only be a few days until I get my computer back now, so then I should be able to work on more housing updates.  I will probably be able to get up a new header, one with a Sims 3 theme now.

Check out the new Living Sims issue at Pink Rabbit!  Page 94 is a great article on Custom Management (helpful with the blue lot phenomenon) and there are also interviews with some of my favourites, including Malle (LimeLove) and Gosik.  Also do not forget to check out the basement tutorials – there is one for the basement with a swimming pool view!  Enjoy : )