*snarl*
Hate hate hate landlords.

I viewed the most beautiful flat in Ashford today. Two huge bedrooms, washing machine and drier included, massive lounge, nice outlook, and at the lower end of our budget. Walked through the door, looked around, petted the tenant's fluffeh kitteh and headed straight back into town to go to the letting agency and say "I WANT THAT ONE." Gave them all mine and Mr Maladicta's information, wrote out a cheque for the holding fee, and pottered off to text the other half the good news.

Two hours later, the phone rings: "Sorry, but the lady who viewed the property after you is the one the landlord chose on account of her being one on her own - the landlord thinks this will mean less wear and tear."

What the cunting fuck? I saw her go in to see it just as I was coming out. She was minuscule, and why the hell does she need a two bedroom flat for herself? Ragh. I've seen two more and rung the estate agent about putting a holding fee on one of them, the more spacious one, but every time I see her I'm going to want to murder her for nabbing MY flat.

And to cap it all, Stalker Girl and her other half already live in Ashford. I saw them today, but luckily they didn't see me. Just as well as I would have happily cunted her in the fuck (thanks Tourette's) given the mood I was in.

/and breathe. What's made you want to scream and hit things today?
( Maladicta, Tue 22 Jul 2008, 18:32, 6 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Whenever I want to scream and hit things it usually involves my family.
Other than that I am a picture of self control and harmony.
( girlinthehole, Tue 22 Jul 2008, 19:22, Reply)

^ Quite often, it's the same case for me.
The reason I'm so rabid about getting a flat is so I don't have to live with them! The extended Maladicta family is fine from a distance, but at close quarters they often make me wish I had a taser.
( Maladicta, Tue 22 Jul 2008, 19:31, Reply)

Humanity.
The Chinese futhermuckers who've hired me to come over here on ludicrous money and then expect me to be divulging my IP to them so that at the end of the gig that I'm working on they can do it all themselves.

That'd be an, erm, no then.

Glad I'm coming home Friday. Much longer here and I may have been ready to kill.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Wed 23 Jul 2008, 6:31, Reply)

erm
all the rabbits that I nearly hit on the way home last night. someone ought to teach them the green cross code. I dont want furry tyres.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Wed 23 Jul 2008, 10:15, Reply)

oooh!
did you get that Eurostar job then? Congrats!
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Wed 23 Jul 2008, 10:33, Reply)

My temper tantrum today looks a little childish in comparison ...
I lost the plot and burst out crying when my favourite top got torn on a sticking out nail on my gate on the way home this afternoon. in my defense, I was coming home early to let the builder in to do a quote to repair my ceiling, which collapsed last week on my head, and I'm now living in one room, trying to catch up on coursework, with concussion. AND my car just failed it's MOT. I need a holiday.

I do sympathise with the flat-hunting thing. it took me 6 months to find somewhere when I moved to Kent. Some of the crap landlords come out with. Twice I've been told I can't have somewhere I've wanted, and most importantly can afford, because the landlord has felt it would be too small for me. So I've ended up somewhere smaller because that's all that's left. Grrrrrr.
(cherrynicola, Wed 23 Jul 2008, 16:00, Reply)