Before I've had my coffee is an unreasonable time to expect me to be anything other than bluntly honest. Candidly, even after I've had my coffee, I am not a master of the tact.
I called my leasing agency to find out when to expect people to start wandering through my apartment. Because instead of making appointments, they just give prospective tenants a map with the list of available properties. Then you just knock on doors, harassing tenants and hopefully getting a look at the apartments. I didn't like this even as a prospective, let alone a tenant who might just feel like wandering around in my pjs and not do the dishes for a week.
As I have toyed with the idea of an IARTS PhD from OU, I asked when I would need to notify. (I can't believe I have to worry about this in the 2nd freakin' week of my grad career!) Apparently there is no deadline. They can rent my apartment tomorrow without even notifying me. WHAT?! No first refusal?! This is crap. And somehow, he was surprised that I would point this out so bluntly.
He says it's "common practice around here", and that he "has to look out for the interests of the owners". My logic is that if my apartment is such hot property, turning down one person won't preclude you from ever renting. In JANUARY. I won't even have APPLIED to these programs. And what if I need more time in Athens to complete my M.A.? Apparently UOCH's answer is "sucks to be you."
I guess I was spoiled by the amazing arrangement I had in Chicago. And it reeks of Yellow House. Grr. Where's my damn coffee.
on Pandora: "Immortality" - Pearl Jam
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