I want out of this lease

13 01 2010

That’s right, it’s time for apartment updates!

Ugh.  Where do I start? A few days ago we tried to run our dishwasher.  It made a horrible squealy noise before dumping water onto the floor.  Awesome.  Someone came out today and looked at it.  The water line has been chewed through.  By a mouse.  This would be the same mouse problem that we’ve been bitching about for 2 YEARS.  Seriously.

In fact, the mouse/mice have suddenly caused a HUGE problem.  In the entire building.  Out of 8 units, they’re replacing 3 dishwashers, 2 refrigerators, and a water line.  NOW they’re finally sending out an inspector.  Gosh.  Also, they still haven’t fixed the leak in the roof/attic that causes rain in our stairwell during every storm.

So yeah, I want out of this damn lease.  They don’t fix anything in a timely manner, if they manage to fix it at all, and our water bill has doubled (and according to a maintenance guy today, next month will be worse due to a water main bursting on the property last Saturday).  Anyone familiar with TX tenant rights?  Want to help me get out of this lease without buying it out?


It’s always something

12 09 2009

Well, Austin finally made good on the rain. And I was enjoying it until . . .

So I’m cooking, watching Dead Like Me, looking forward to the party. It’s storming. And eventually the rain noises sound a little louder, a little closer, a little inside.  So I start hunting, searching for the source of that dripping noise.

I find it on the stairs. The ceiling in my stairwell is leaking, which means there’s a leak in the attic-ish area and dammit. I grab a Tupperware and stick it on the stairs to catch the water. I call the apartment office.

Man: Thank you for calling —–. How can I help you?
Me: Hi, are there any maintenance people around today? My ceiling is leaking.
Man: Yeah, it’s raining really hard.
Me: . . . That’s right. It is. And that’s why there is a leak in my ceiling?
Man: We’ve gotten a lot of calls today about this, actually.
Me: Okay.
Man: Oh, we can’t actually do anything about it, not until it dries out.
Me: Uh . . . huh.  So do you have a list of all these people that have called? Can you put my apartment number on it?
Man: Oh, no.  Why don’t you just call back on Monday? We’ll take care of it then. Thanks for calling!

And then he hung up on me. I hate this apartment.