The Perils of the Lease

The washing machine is broken. Again.
The dryer is broken. Still.
The garbage disposal came loose. Eww.
The windows leak badly. Still.
No screens. Still.*
At least I have maintenance's direct number. That's worth something; if I call them directly, they come fix things, if it isn't too expensive.
When we moved in, we replaced all the blinds on the windows and exchanged all the electrical outlets, because they won't hold a plug in them. When we move out, I'll have the carpets cleaned and clean everything thoroughly. We'll Spackle all the holes in the walls (that were there when we moved in), but I refuse to paint walls that were already greying when we moved in. I'll miss my ceramic tiles, to be sure, but I'll deal with it.
We also had a garden when we moved in, for the Boy to play in. It was just a nice, grassy stretch outside, and we played baseball and soccer there. However, someone moved in downstairs and across the courtyard, and for some reason, they extended their garden fence out by maybe six yards, effectively obliterating any decent space.
The manager of the property drinks like a fish. I'm SO tired of it all.
The lease is up at the end of November, and we're out of here.


*Screens aren't a big deal when you've not go mosquitoes by the hundreds and live downstairs. We have them, and live up. I'm not having my child fall down.