As you may recall, I arrived in LA with food-poisoning and I was really just seeking the solace of the bed that I was going to be paying an exorbitant amount of money for. I was greeted by the girl I was renting from (let's call her Mary) and given a quick tour of the place and she left me to the room to take a nap. And I was immediately overcome with the horror that surrounded me... SPIDERS. Everywhere.
During the quick tour, she had found a spider in my closet and proceeded to trap it in a cup and take it outside. She said, "The house seems to have a few spiders. I hope this doesn't freak you out!" In my food-poisoned delirium, I brushed this statement off. I later realized that this should've been my cue to run for the hills.
While uncomfortably laying on my new bed (I hadn't put my own sheets on it yet so it felt yucky), I began to sweat. For those of you that know me well, you know that I don't sweat unless I am exercising or it's over 90 degrees. I looked around for vents in my room and then meandered out into the hall to find the thermostat, but my search proved fruitless and I began to panic. I wanted to blame my hot flashes on the food poisoning, but Nala was panting like I had walked her straight into hell so I knew it wasn't just me.
My panic turned into salty beads of water rushing over my face in a full-on "ugly cry" sort of way. I hadn't handed over my check yet, but I felt robbed. It had taken me weeks to finally find an "affordable" place to stay that would take Nala and it was a hell hole.
Once I composed myself, I addressed a few things with Mary she agreed to buy a window AC unit so that Nala didn't have a heat stroke and I felt a lot better. However, over the next few weeks I began to fully realize Mary's crazy.
I am the kind of roommate that likes to keep to myself, come and go as I please, and keep the common areas clean. Mary is the opposite kind of roommate. She is hyper, slovenly, and barely strings together 3 jobs to pay her bills. This sort of personality only makes me retreat even more, but apparently this was unacceptable. I received an email one morning stating that I was making her uncomfortable and that the house would not be a good option for me for the duration of my LA stay. Once I stopped laughing at the ridiculousness, I was truly relieved that I wouldn't have a hard time breaking the news to her that I was looking for other places.
During the 5 weeks that I spent there, the number of issues that arose was unfathomable. there wasn't a time that I couldn't count at least 4 giant daddy long legs repelling from the ceiling of my room. The toilet started rushing a river of water out the bottom of it and Mary tried to blame the 3rd roommate and I of flushing a tampon down it and wanted us to pay for the repair. (The plumber found tree roots in the pipes...) The dryer burnt one of my shirts. The dishwasher started overflowing bubbles. And a week after I left, there was an attempted burglar.
I am so grateful to finally be comfortable in my new apartment. Nala is too :)
Oh dear God!! Thank heaven you're out of there!!!!!
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