Sunday night, the sewer/septic backs up in the basement. Big time. This is the 3rd or 4th time it's happened since we rented the house. There was some sort of problem before we moved in. First time, it totally flooded the basement. Ruined the carpet in the carpeted area so all that was replaced. New carpet in the basement. 2nd time was after a big rain. They thought it was groundwater. Only a little in the carpet that time. Rest on the tiled section.
Now, 3 or 4 times, since we've been in the house, it's backed up real bad. Water everywhere in the tiled room. Call the landlord. She sends someone to clean out the lines. Last time, her son comes with one of those rental roto rooter things. He pulls out tampons, a piece of cloth, a plastic bag, rubber band, all kinds of junk. I can tell by the way he's talking to me, Landlord's son thinks we plugged the line. Talk to Landlord. She thinks we've plugged the line. Now Sunday night, we have a big back up. Water all over the tiled floor area. Hubby goes to pay our rent and tells Landlord we had another back up. Landlord was pissed big time. She calls yesterday afternoon and says the Sewer line cleaning company will be here this afternoon. No problem. Landlord is really short on the phone so I know she's still pissed.
Yesterday, our daughter had a car wreck. Some boy, not paying attention, rear ended her. Thank goodness, no one hurt. Both cars driveable. His fault so our Insurance agent was really nice. Said no problem for us. Thank Goodness.
Later in the evening, daughter starts to complain about her neck and back. I asked if she turned just as the car was hit. Yep. She saw him coming in the rear view mirror, and turned around to look just as he hit her car. I tell her wait and see how she feels today. Guess what?? We spent the morning at the doctor's office. X-ray's the whole works. She's got muscle relaxers and pain meds. $110 at the pharmacy.
We get home just in time to have lunch with Hubby. Come in the door. House stinks BAD. Daughter and I had grabbed burgers on the way home from doctor's visit and I'm getting lunch out for everyone. Didn't pay any attention to anything else. Hubby and daughter, however, go to run to restroom, and run into our Landlord in the Hallway. The sewer company showed up early, Landlord came with them to let them in. Didn't knock or anything. Just used her key to get in. Really surprised my Mom. She didn't know they'd be here that early and certainly didn't expect them to just barge in.
Well, of course, as luck would have it. The house is a WRECK. I've been digging thru boxes we hadn't unpacked from the move looking for papers and such for taxes and the BK. Had to run daughter to the doctor this morning so the dishes weren't done. I ran out without making my bed. Etc. Etc. Etc. Seems before we got home, the Landlord had done a complete walk thru of our house. Mom overheard her saying to the Sewer guy, "Don't these people ever pick anything up??" The Landlord saw Mom was cooking her lunch and told her not to be using any grease that could get poured down the drain and clog the pipes. Landlord went on to tell Mom how to wash sheets. Scalding hot water. Must use scalding hot water to wash sheets. And Chlorox!! Must use Chlorox as well. On and on.
As luck would have it, we got a piece of mail for the business next door. Landlord's company. I'd seen her over there and figured she'd gone in there to B*^ch about her filthy tenants, us, to the employees over there. She had waited inside the Company office until the Sewer guys got done and came out to talk to them to see what the problem had been. The Sewer guys got more of the same stuff out of the line again today. Tampons, pieces of fabric, plastic stuff, etc. One of the Sewer guys told me the design was wrong. The pipe goes out, turns 90 degrees down, then another 90 degrees out again. Easy for stuff to get stuck there. So I took the mail over to the company office. Sure enough. Landlord had fussed to the receptionist at the company about us. The gal told me, "I can't comment. You two are definitely gonna have to talk."
I told the receptionist I wasn't thrilled about living right next door to our landlord to start with. But this was the nicest, big house that was available when we were looking. That we'd come from an acreage property with 2 barns and needed extra room for all our stuff. I'd had 4 dumpsters of junk hauled off before we'd ever even moved. The garage and family room in this house are just storage right now. We've been going thru stuff since we'd been here. Put all kinds of stuff out in the garbage a little along. Even packed stuff up and returned things to relatives that had belonged to them. That the house was all clean at Christmas, but I'd had to dig into boxes to find papers and stuff for filing our taxes. That I hadn't had a chance to do dishes this morning for having to take daughter to the doctor. And, that our lease was up in August and we can always move then.
I figure the receptionist is a pipeline right back to the Landlord, so I can well imagine the Landlord will hear all about everything I said.
We wonder, too, if the Landlord has snuck into our house other times when we've been gone. She commented to Mom how the basement was messier today than usual. That usually the basement is really clean. Odd thing to say if you haven't been in the house since we moved in. And the Landlord hasn't been in here to our knowledge.
How do you handle a snippy, mean old woman who thinks she knows best about every thing??!! Telling my mother how to cook and do laundry. Walking in without knocking. Geez! I'd keep a better house if I had a cleaning lady coming every week to do it for me too like she has. And, excuse me, but there's 6 people living here instead of ONE in her house. I can't imagine how her husband ever stood being married to her. One of the Sewer guys that was here today is related to her dead husband. I told him from everything I'd heard about the husband, he was a really nice guy. The Sewer guy agreed but said she, our landlord, was a real b*^ch with a capitol B. He didn't like her and didn't know many people that did.
And just using the key to pop in as she pleased without even the courtesty to knock first. I asked Mom, "Wonder what they would have done if you'd been standing there naked getting ready to take a shower when they walked in?"
Now, 3 or 4 times, since we've been in the house, it's backed up real bad. Water everywhere in the tiled room. Call the landlord. She sends someone to clean out the lines. Last time, her son comes with one of those rental roto rooter things. He pulls out tampons, a piece of cloth, a plastic bag, rubber band, all kinds of junk. I can tell by the way he's talking to me, Landlord's son thinks we plugged the line. Talk to Landlord. She thinks we've plugged the line. Now Sunday night, we have a big back up. Water all over the tiled floor area. Hubby goes to pay our rent and tells Landlord we had another back up. Landlord was pissed big time. She calls yesterday afternoon and says the Sewer line cleaning company will be here this afternoon. No problem. Landlord is really short on the phone so I know she's still pissed.
Yesterday, our daughter had a car wreck. Some boy, not paying attention, rear ended her. Thank goodness, no one hurt. Both cars driveable. His fault so our Insurance agent was really nice. Said no problem for us. Thank Goodness.
Later in the evening, daughter starts to complain about her neck and back. I asked if she turned just as the car was hit. Yep. She saw him coming in the rear view mirror, and turned around to look just as he hit her car. I tell her wait and see how she feels today. Guess what?? We spent the morning at the doctor's office. X-ray's the whole works. She's got muscle relaxers and pain meds. $110 at the pharmacy.
We get home just in time to have lunch with Hubby. Come in the door. House stinks BAD. Daughter and I had grabbed burgers on the way home from doctor's visit and I'm getting lunch out for everyone. Didn't pay any attention to anything else. Hubby and daughter, however, go to run to restroom, and run into our Landlord in the Hallway. The sewer company showed up early, Landlord came with them to let them in. Didn't knock or anything. Just used her key to get in. Really surprised my Mom. She didn't know they'd be here that early and certainly didn't expect them to just barge in.
Well, of course, as luck would have it. The house is a WRECK. I've been digging thru boxes we hadn't unpacked from the move looking for papers and such for taxes and the BK. Had to run daughter to the doctor this morning so the dishes weren't done. I ran out without making my bed. Etc. Etc. Etc. Seems before we got home, the Landlord had done a complete walk thru of our house. Mom overheard her saying to the Sewer guy, "Don't these people ever pick anything up??" The Landlord saw Mom was cooking her lunch and told her not to be using any grease that could get poured down the drain and clog the pipes. Landlord went on to tell Mom how to wash sheets. Scalding hot water. Must use scalding hot water to wash sheets. And Chlorox!! Must use Chlorox as well. On and on.
As luck would have it, we got a piece of mail for the business next door. Landlord's company. I'd seen her over there and figured she'd gone in there to B*^ch about her filthy tenants, us, to the employees over there. She had waited inside the Company office until the Sewer guys got done and came out to talk to them to see what the problem had been. The Sewer guys got more of the same stuff out of the line again today. Tampons, pieces of fabric, plastic stuff, etc. One of the Sewer guys told me the design was wrong. The pipe goes out, turns 90 degrees down, then another 90 degrees out again. Easy for stuff to get stuck there. So I took the mail over to the company office. Sure enough. Landlord had fussed to the receptionist at the company about us. The gal told me, "I can't comment. You two are definitely gonna have to talk."
I told the receptionist I wasn't thrilled about living right next door to our landlord to start with. But this was the nicest, big house that was available when we were looking. That we'd come from an acreage property with 2 barns and needed extra room for all our stuff. I'd had 4 dumpsters of junk hauled off before we'd ever even moved. The garage and family room in this house are just storage right now. We've been going thru stuff since we'd been here. Put all kinds of stuff out in the garbage a little along. Even packed stuff up and returned things to relatives that had belonged to them. That the house was all clean at Christmas, but I'd had to dig into boxes to find papers and stuff for filing our taxes. That I hadn't had a chance to do dishes this morning for having to take daughter to the doctor. And, that our lease was up in August and we can always move then.
I figure the receptionist is a pipeline right back to the Landlord, so I can well imagine the Landlord will hear all about everything I said.
We wonder, too, if the Landlord has snuck into our house other times when we've been gone. She commented to Mom how the basement was messier today than usual. That usually the basement is really clean. Odd thing to say if you haven't been in the house since we moved in. And the Landlord hasn't been in here to our knowledge.
How do you handle a snippy, mean old woman who thinks she knows best about every thing??!! Telling my mother how to cook and do laundry. Walking in without knocking. Geez! I'd keep a better house if I had a cleaning lady coming every week to do it for me too like she has. And, excuse me, but there's 6 people living here instead of ONE in her house. I can't imagine how her husband ever stood being married to her. One of the Sewer guys that was here today is related to her dead husband. I told him from everything I'd heard about the husband, he was a really nice guy. The Sewer guy agreed but said she, our landlord, was a real b*^ch with a capitol B. He didn't like her and didn't know many people that did.
And just using the key to pop in as she pleased without even the courtesty to knock first. I asked Mom, "Wonder what they would have done if you'd been standing there naked getting ready to take a shower when they walked in?"
That's technically not changing locks, and if she decides to "pop in" she can't just use her key and open the door. 
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