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There is a strange smell in my office today.
It is a food smell but smells weird.
Sort of like hot dog food.
Which is a bit gross but makes me think have no food at my house and I'll be honest, I am not going to the supermarket any time soon.
On another note, Id just like to share an excerpt form an email exchange between nutbag flatmate and my real estate.
Let me explain the situation first...
We have a ledge in the shower that gets a bit mouldy, so you clean it and then its ok, then it gets mouldy again in this cycle.
My dumb ass flatmate thinks this is the worst thing in the entire world and it clearly makes her life not worth living as she brings this up with the real estate every second day.
So today there was a email exchange, which makes me laugh my face off and also hang my head in shame...
Real estate email:
The Landlord has agreed the remedial work but please would you all note that once the silicone to the bathroom window has been replaced with a plastic trim it will be Tenants responsibility to keep this clean.
Douch bags response:
Thanks for informing us of this work.
Please note: we do keep our bathroom and house clean, it was impossible to keep the black mold/rot at bay as the water was just pouring onto the wooden window sill due of the angle of it...and as a consequence the silicone was just coming away and the window frame has become rotten.
We are all professionals, and take care of this property.
I have lived here now for 10 years.
Oh dear, she really needs to get out more or in fact, just get a life in general.
Saying ' we are all professionals' is maybe the dumbest thing I have ever heard.
I do not want to be grouped in a 'we' with her ever, cause that would insinuate that I care and I clearly could not give 2 sh*ts about the bathroom.
Its has a bath, a toilet, a sink.
Job done as far as I am concerned.
Until the mould grows legs and come to tap me on the shoulder whilst I am brushing my teeth then I am not to fussed.
And to think I have to go home to this sh*t tonight.
Man I need a boyfriend, if only for the fact I could stay at their house instead of my own.
I would really like to write a book about my experience of living with the professional weirdo but think thats already been done.
Damn it.
It is a food smell but smells weird.
Sort of like hot dog food.
Which is a bit gross but makes me think have no food at my house and I'll be honest, I am not going to the supermarket any time soon.
On another note, Id just like to share an excerpt form an email exchange between nutbag flatmate and my real estate.
Let me explain the situation first...
We have a ledge in the shower that gets a bit mouldy, so you clean it and then its ok, then it gets mouldy again in this cycle.
My dumb ass flatmate thinks this is the worst thing in the entire world and it clearly makes her life not worth living as she brings this up with the real estate every second day.
So today there was a email exchange, which makes me laugh my face off and also hang my head in shame...
Real estate email:
The Landlord has agreed the remedial work but please would you all note that once the silicone to the bathroom window has been replaced with a plastic trim it will be Tenants responsibility to keep this clean.
Douch bags response:
Thanks for informing us of this work.
Please note: we do keep our bathroom and house clean, it was impossible to keep the black mold/rot at bay as the water was just pouring onto the wooden window sill due of the angle of it...and as a consequence the silicone was just coming away and the window frame has become rotten.
We are all professionals, and take care of this property.
I have lived here now for 10 years.
Oh dear, she really needs to get out more or in fact, just get a life in general.
Saying ' we are all professionals' is maybe the dumbest thing I have ever heard.
I do not want to be grouped in a 'we' with her ever, cause that would insinuate that I care and I clearly could not give 2 sh*ts about the bathroom.
Its has a bath, a toilet, a sink.
Job done as far as I am concerned.
Until the mould grows legs and come to tap me on the shoulder whilst I am brushing my teeth then I am not to fussed.
And to think I have to go home to this sh*t tonight.
Man I need a boyfriend, if only for the fact I could stay at their house instead of my own.
I would really like to write a book about my experience of living with the professional weirdo but think thats already been done.
Damn it.
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