Ignorant Ass Landlord

Jan
2012 27

Ignorant Ass Landlord

I mentioned before that we will be moving out and into a new high-rise building. The real reason that we’re moving is due to the owners. While I think that Helen Furst owns this side of the triplex, it was her husband (owner of the building attached) George Furst that we dealt with just a few weeks ago.

This year they seemed to have turned down any of the heat, I suppose to save themselves money. However, every time I had to go to the bathroom with the tiled floors and walls and the heater that never seemed to emit any heat, left me feeling frozen every time I used that room.

I called the Fursts to say that we wanted some heat. George Furst arrived at our apartment (with a thermometer) and went to check out the cold bathroom. He said that the bathroom wasn’t cold, it was 78 degrees. Well we had taken that heater apart a number of times so that if any water was stuck in it and preventing it from emitting heat, it would work. It didn’t. There was no heat coming off that heater. How he was saying it was 78 degrees was a big fallacy to me. Not long afterwards, we went out and bought some electronic thermometers for the bathroom and the living room (quite different than his).

I told George I wanted heat since there was no heat coming out. We also told him that we had worked on the heater more than once. He told me that we could move. We could move because he was too cheap to put the heat up. We spent 15 years living in this old, ratty triplex, and he was saying we should move.

I told him that since I was not supposed to live much longer than 15 months (according to what the doctors told me about my brain cancer expectance), I didn’t have plans to do the big job of moving out after 15 years or for the 15-month period. He continued just to be rude, telling us that we should be happy with this (lack of) heat <- his pretense, but just before he left he said he would mildly add to the heat.

While over a few days I didn’t feel any heat coming out of that heater, I started thinking about his rudeness to me, and therefore thinking about moving. I also thought of the fact that my legs have become weaker – don’t know if that’s because of the pills I’m on, or whether I’m just becoming weaker, so I thought that moving to a high-rise, with an elevator would be a good idea.

After being so disgusted with the way I was treated by one of the owners, moving to a new spot sounded great to me. So we went looking at many, many apartments and found this one that was very likable, clean and well kept.

So as of April 1st, 2012, this is where I will live. It’s not far from where I am staying now, but since 60 days notice is legally required in moving out, we had to ensure doing everything legal.

Helen Furst, the wife, didn’t seem to have any surprise that we were moving, so I’m assuming a conversation was told to her.

I think one reason I was so mad at these people was how much we did for them over 15 years. We helped

shovel their snowed driveways
fixed their heaters (even though one still doesn’t seem to work)
fixed their walls that kept having leaks come in and wreck the walls
paid half the cost of the recarpeting in the living/dining room (over $700 right there)
installed new lights since their cheap ones didn’t work well
put new handles on their kitchen cupboards since their old ones had been painted into thick, dirty handles
carpeted the master bedroom because we were told that had to be carpeted on move in

We did a lot to help them and got treated like shit. I’m sure you can understand why, no matter how big a job the move is going to be, I’m very happy about moving out.