While I was vacuuming today at 1:00 pm, I blew a fuse in 3 of my 5 rooms. No air conditioning, no ceiling fans, NOTHING!!! I called Zeph (my landlord) and told him what happened. He said that he couldn't come over till 4:30 because he didn't have access to the fuse box, which is located in the first floor apartment. The tenant was at work. I'm getting really fed up with living in such an old building. It was 93 degrees out today and the apartment was sweltering.
Anyway, 4:30 comes around, no landlord. I call him, he's turned his phone off. Finally, at 5:30 he calls. Says he couldn't come until 6:00 because he was watching the stock market!! Sure, HE'S got central air in his house!!
He shows up, gets everything going and comes up to reset my tv so I can tape cable channels. As he's leaving, I pick Parker up so she doesn't run. He asked who she was. I told him. I'm fostering her for PurrsAbound. He got mad! He didn't even notice her when he came into the building!
"You've gotta stop this, Donna!" I told him she's not causing any trouble. He said, "Yeah, well the other tenants are the ones who have to deal with the cat box odors!" I was pissed!!!
My reply was, "Yeah, well I'm the one who has to deal with the foot traffic coming in and out of this building at all hours of the night, and the drugs. At least what I'M doing isn't illegal!!!"
I don't want to have to give up Parker if I don't have to. She's no bother at all!!
UGH!! Thanks for letting me vent.