So I finally found the perfect place: a gorgeous one-bedroom basement apartment with a fireplace (working!) and loads of light, on a much sought-after block.
See? Who would ever guess this is the basement??! Silly me, I figured that owning my own place and working at the same company for 12 years would make me a shoo-in for any apartment I wanted. The world was my oyster! (Within a certain price range.)
Not so much.
I got turned down.
Yep, REJECTED.
It's not enough to get rejections from match.com, now I'm not good enough to RENT TO?
Sigh.
I don't think the owners even checked my credit, because they said they'd charge $35 to do so, and I never heard from them.
I'm so naive.
Apparently, they just did not like me. (I know, it boggles the mind.)
Some days I wander around thinking that I'm the only one who doesn't know what the answer is.
I wish someone would spill the beans.
Feel free to leave it in the comments.
We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
19 comments:
It'll all work out. This weekend you'll go out and find an apartment ten times cooler with a built in swimming pool or something. Perhaps a disco ball or a bowling alley.
Though, I'm not sure if a bowling alley is a good idea. So much potential for fail with a big old ball and everything.
All I can say: don't take it personally. There could be a bunch of reasons why they turned you down and none of those reasons had to do anything with you. These people don't even know you. C'mon, Jeanne.
Don't give up! At least now you know they exist -- you just have to find YOUR prince-of-a-place!
I think I already told you not to take this personally. It wasn't about you.
have RS write your application next time.
if they're that wanky, they'd have blamed pre-existing scratches on you.
if not this, something better.
there--i gave you three good things to think about. you're wonderful. shoot. four.
Its probably a front for a terrorist organization. They were waiting for their contact man to come rent the place. You're lucky they didn't kill you.
Maybe they read your blog and know about your famous pies and you didn't bribe them with one...it would have worked with me anyway ;-)
Did you use deodorant? Come from a long bike workout wearing Lycra? Do a snot rocket in the living room?
If so, it's them, not you.
Oh no! But don't lose hope -- we were hardcore rejected for our first apartment (and I was flabbergasted, and even offered to pay a bunch of rent up front!) but then we found a bigger, cheaper apartment, and ended up living next door to some great people.
Meanwhile, yay for capitol hill! We'll be neighbors!
I've been rejected almost daily in the past three months. The others are right, never take it personally or you'll start behaving like someone unworthy without realizing it. And, besides, all things happen for a good reason. Maybe someone was attacked in that apartment or building or block within the last year and no single woman would be considered a suitable renter to these people. (Which, of course, they couldn't tell you for legal reasons.)
Clearly these people were morons and terrible judges of character. Their loss because apartment karma is such that if you don't get what you think you want it is because there is, in fact, something better waiting for you. ABSOLUTELY true.
Having said that I could see myself stretching out on that sofa very comfortably. So try to keep that setup in mind okay cause it would work for me.
Finally. You want the secret to life. It is there in my completely favourite Monty Python sketch. Which is that basically people are dickheads.
I like you Jeanne. Even if you did start riding bicycles.
Keep that chin up...it was their loss. You'll find something that suits you in time.
You will find it! It takes time. Trying finding a rental when you have a 150lb dog! :)
that one was just never meant to be. the next one you find will be better. oh, and eff those guys. their loss.
You can live with me. It's not bad around here if you like 115 degrees year round.
Sounds like their loss. Perhaps, though, someone they knew decided they wanted it and, well, you know how those things go ...
Oh they just knew you would dragging bikes and wetsuits through there and thought "We can't be having any of that nonsense!"
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