A Prairie Home Companion (2006) = 7/10. A little on the bizarre side. But I laughed a lot at the corny jokes.
I have said for a time that I do not particularly like drama in my life. Yet somehow drama seems to occasionally find me despite the fact I was doing nothing wrong. I'm sure that's the story of everyone's life. Anyway...
One balmy evening in June 2006, I sat in bed completing a Sudoku puzzle when I had a thought: If I moved into this apartment June 2004 and signed a 13 month lease and then another 13 month lease, that means my lease should be coming up pretty soon. I hope they don't raise my rent.
Fast forward October 7th. I needed to put some of my pay stubs into their special spot. And while I was putting those away, it occured to me that my lease agreement was also in the same spot. Let's see...Shelby vet visits, car insurance information, college diploma...I should frame and hang that up some time, here we are, lease agreement. Addendum to lease...
What I read nearly made me puke (until I realized it wasn't as bad as it sounded. At least I'm hoping).
What???? My lease was up August 31st!?!?!?!?!?!
There was no notice ever placed on my door, no phone call, nothing. I paid rent and my portion of the utilities for the month of September and October. Nothing was said. My immediate fear was the thought of coming home from work one day to find all of my personal possessions on the front lawn. Then others told me, "No way, that can't happen. They have to have a forcible entry & detainer and that gets posted straight to your door and you would have [15/30/45/60] days notice."
I know what you're thinking: Gosh, Rachel, why don't you just tell the leasing office that they made a mistake? That's a thought. Except that it's not at all my responsibility. Furthermore, I have a feeling my rent is likely to go up $30. In the very least, my rent won't go down any. Why bother?
It's all quite comical to me. It will be much more so if this continues to go on for more than six months.
I can't be considered a squatter. But there has to be a term for this situation.
In other news, Christmas gifts are already trickling in to the quasi-squatted apartment:
You have no idea how badly I want to take these out and built something. Darn protective plastic bags on the inside.