Imdanny
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First, several of you offered me your condolences on the death of my aunt. I want to thank you so much for your kindnesses. They have strengthened me and I will always be grateful for them.
Second, my landlord went crazy!
He called me up yesterday afternoon and he told me to take my desk chair and put it in his garage in 5 minutes.
In case anyone is wondering, there was no formality to it, there was no hesitation, he used his words as commands, there was never any question of him saying please.
My aunt had been lain in earth only hours ago and I was asleep to keep from crying, so I answered the phone 1/2 awake.
Apparently, he says he said this chair belonged to a friend and the friend was coming in about an hour.
So I got to speed up this story.
Chair got put where I was told.
But chair didn't leave the garage at all even at night when the landlord's car was gone.
SO and I unpack two rugs, a piece of art, and some curtains. We take all this outside where we shake the bugs out of it (hey, it's a tropical place, an obvious reason you don't want to store rugs like this in a studio's tiny box shaped, so small you can't stand up in it, closet). We re-roll the rugs, fold everything else, bring it into his garage, arrange it so the piece of art is sitting on one of rugs and leaning against the wall.
Next thing landlord pulls in his garage.
It's clear he's having (his first if that matters) a fit of anger because he spends about five minutes banging (kicking?) stuff, slamming the door leading from the garage to our walkway, etc.
Then he calls me.
I let it ring.
Then I hear the sounds of what apparently is the landlord carrying the stuff in front of my apartment and up his back outside stairs.
He didn't leave a message and hasn't contacted me since.
It might be helpful if I could give some context. I don't remember him saying the chair wasn't his. The chair was advertised and rented to me, regardless. I don't think calling someone and giving them five minutes to follow your command is polite. I and SO had to wonder if there wasn't more to this story.
For instance, he keeps asking me if my cat and his outside cats fight between the screen door screen. What a silly question to keep asking. He can see there is some damage my cat has done to the screens. Life's not perfect. I do have clippers for my cat's nails. But the bottom line is that the landlord has a deposit equal to one month's rent, so it's not as if some screen, leather patches would not be able to be taken from my deposit, or I meant replace the screen, not the frames, whatever, I think the landlord has been going in my room. It's not a room in his house. It has a private door to go outside and no door into his house. It's a studio apartment. I feel that he's treating it as a room in his house. If he were to follow the law, he would give me 24 hours notice before entering. I don't think he's doing that.
But for whatever reason, out of the blue, this man wants this chair I've rented with a furnished apartment and orders me to deliver it in five minutes. I don't remember a damn thing about his friend owning the car, his friend was supposed to be coming in an hour but the chair stayed there all day and night and into the next day. Weird.
I think the calling me from the garage after going on a small rampage as if he were using a servant's pushbutton and all of the above might indicate he has some boundary issues. He's definitely a controlling person at the best of times. Calling me and barking at me to give him his chair in five minutes has given me a bad feeling and since he knew I was home he could have had the guts to knock instead of to summon me (and don't doubt that's what it would have been).
Any advice?
Second, my landlord went crazy!
He called me up yesterday afternoon and he told me to take my desk chair and put it in his garage in 5 minutes.
In case anyone is wondering, there was no formality to it, there was no hesitation, he used his words as commands, there was never any question of him saying please.
My aunt had been lain in earth only hours ago and I was asleep to keep from crying, so I answered the phone 1/2 awake.
Apparently, he says he said this chair belonged to a friend and the friend was coming in about an hour.
So I got to speed up this story.
Chair got put where I was told.
But chair didn't leave the garage at all even at night when the landlord's car was gone.
SO and I unpack two rugs, a piece of art, and some curtains. We take all this outside where we shake the bugs out of it (hey, it's a tropical place, an obvious reason you don't want to store rugs like this in a studio's tiny box shaped, so small you can't stand up in it, closet). We re-roll the rugs, fold everything else, bring it into his garage, arrange it so the piece of art is sitting on one of rugs and leaning against the wall.
Next thing landlord pulls in his garage.
It's clear he's having (his first if that matters) a fit of anger because he spends about five minutes banging (kicking?) stuff, slamming the door leading from the garage to our walkway, etc.
Then he calls me.
I let it ring.
Then I hear the sounds of what apparently is the landlord carrying the stuff in front of my apartment and up his back outside stairs.
He didn't leave a message and hasn't contacted me since.
It might be helpful if I could give some context. I don't remember him saying the chair wasn't his. The chair was advertised and rented to me, regardless. I don't think calling someone and giving them five minutes to follow your command is polite. I and SO had to wonder if there wasn't more to this story.
For instance, he keeps asking me if my cat and his outside cats fight between the screen door screen. What a silly question to keep asking. He can see there is some damage my cat has done to the screens. Life's not perfect. I do have clippers for my cat's nails. But the bottom line is that the landlord has a deposit equal to one month's rent, so it's not as if some screen, leather patches would not be able to be taken from my deposit, or I meant replace the screen, not the frames, whatever, I think the landlord has been going in my room. It's not a room in his house. It has a private door to go outside and no door into his house. It's a studio apartment. I feel that he's treating it as a room in his house. If he were to follow the law, he would give me 24 hours notice before entering. I don't think he's doing that.
But for whatever reason, out of the blue, this man wants this chair I've rented with a furnished apartment and orders me to deliver it in five minutes. I don't remember a damn thing about his friend owning the car, his friend was supposed to be coming in an hour but the chair stayed there all day and night and into the next day. Weird.
I think the calling me from the garage after going on a small rampage as if he were using a servant's pushbutton and all of the above might indicate he has some boundary issues. He's definitely a controlling person at the best of times. Calling me and barking at me to give him his chair in five minutes has given me a bad feeling and since he knew I was home he could have had the guts to knock instead of to summon me (and don't doubt that's what it would have been).
Any advice?
You know, I flat out asked him if he was going to take more furniture and if so what. Well, the big bookshelf and the tv cabinet, it turns out, belong to his ex in Texas, but, he assures me, "they" are telling her to forget about it, and Texas is a long way from Hawaii. It simply costs a fortune to bring things out here, or return them.
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