So, as you may know. Tom and I are in the hunt for a new rental property. Our landlord is not kicking us out, in fact he has been totally on board for us to stay as long as our contract runs and has even offered to make sure that if the house is sold, we have plenty of time to find a new house and move out. But, just the action of putting the house up for sale, has totally disrupted our daily life.
Because, well in order to be always prepare of THE call from the realtor about showing the property, we have to keep the house in top shape – as in clean and orderly.
We have to make the bed on a daily basis – y’all!
Ok, we DON’T have to. But, remember I’m a type A and there is NO WAY we are going to be one of THOSE people who have the house messy and dirty and are then talked behind their backs about how messy and dirty we are by the people who were snooping around our things during a house showing in the first place.
So in the attempt, to not to be ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. I have totally and fully embrace the art of going totally nuts and keeping the house as clean and clear of clutter as I can.
There have been fights and tension and lots of screaming in the last couple of weeks around these parts.
Because Tom, while understands the need to keep the house clean, does not understand the need to do it 24/7.
*Pff’!*
And I know that I’m being totally irrational and Yes, I know… I have issues – more than you can imagine. But, I just cannot TURN IT OFF.
So, my boyfriend has put down his foot and announced that there was no way, no how, we were going to stay in the house while it was up for sale. And so the 2010 MOVE project has been in full force for the last 3 weeks. We have been consumed by rental ads, Managements company house list and crazy, crazy landlords living in their delusional bubbles.
We have seen about 10 houses so far. And let me tell you… there are A LOT of THOSE PEOPLE out there. There was the house, that we were totally afraid of touching anything less we catch something. Or the house where the carpet was totally the color of poop and it smell just like that. Lots of houses had small kitchens being described as cozy and quaint (WTF?). And hello realtor/landlord a room without a closet DOES NOT a BEDROOM make.
But yesterday, we realized how low inventory on rentals around our town was.
We had been waiting to see this particular house for a bit now. The pictures look good, and the square footage was perfect, we were gaining almost 500 square feet more than what we have now… so we were pump about seeing this house. Since the landlord has a bunch of rules (no showing before 6pm on the weekday, no showing during the weekend, no this, no that.) We had to put our name on the list and wait for a call back. (we should have quit at this point)
On Monday, the management company called us and told us to be there on Tuesday at 6pm.
We were there at 5:45pm
We sat outside the house, because well, we wanted to be respectful and polite. We figure the realtor would be meeting us OUTSIDE the property.
At 5:55pm, another car showed up and out steps this woman… Tom asked her if she was the realtor and she responded that she was there to SEE the house.
HELLO?
We looked at each other and thought “they double booked the showing?”
Apparently they did more than double book the showing.
Because, at 6pm 3 more cars showed up and about a gazillion people piled out. And before we knew it we were all on the yard like groupies waiting for the band to show up on stage. As soon as the door open and the realtor (we assume this, since he never had the chance to open his mouth) stepped out, there was a stampede trying to get INTO the house.
Tom and I were the only ones left outside the yard, totally looking at each other and wondering what the hell has just happen. Then we decided to not waste our time, and to cut our losses and leave. The whole thing was leaving us a bad taste. Plus during this another 4 cars showed up!
Wait? Were we missing something? Is this the new way management companies show houses now?
We did not want anything to do with it.
We decided that the house was not good enough and promptly left, but before that we walked up to the realtor and promptly told him “You are FIRED!”
Now we now understand the satisfaction that Donald Trump gets when he uses does words.