Financial rant

I hate my landlord. After the whole saga of insisting I give him postdated cheques because he couldn't be bothered to come find me on the first of the month, he now has gotten into the habit of not cashing my cheques on time anyway.

He still hasn't cashed his December cheque. It's the 14th of December. Have I said how much I hate him?

Thank God the Paternal Unit is tiding me over until my paycheque comes in on Friday, because otherwise I'd have to deal with all the crap that comes from bouncing a cheque.


The insurance brokers are still on crack and insist I owe them upwards of $500 that I paid them back in September. I foresee many many hours spent on the phone on Monday. Otherwise on Monday I'll be going to the bank around the corner to open up a special bank account all for Frank (my landlord) so that I never ever have to go through this crap again. Yay. Just the way I pictured spending my day off.

Did I mention I hate him? He still hasn't got the plumber to come and fix the goddamned washer on my bathtub. Does anyone out there have any notion of plumbing? If so, could you explain to me how to fix a washer? I'm about ready to have ago at it myself ('cause I certainly can't afford a plumber, and if it breaks at least then Frank might get off his ass and come do his job).

Bah.

Financial rant

I hate my landlord. After the whole saga of insisting I give him postdated cheques because he couldn't be bothered to come find me on the first of the month, he now has gotten into the habit of not cashing my cheques on time anyway.

He still hasn't cashed his December cheque. It's the 14th of December. Have I said how much I hate him?

Thank God the Paternal Unit is tiding me over until my paycheque comes in on Friday, because otherwise I'd have to deal with all the crap that comes from bouncing a cheque.


The insurance brokers are still on crack and insist I owe them upwards of $500 that I paid them back in September. I foresee many many hours spent on the phone on Monday. Otherwise on Monday I'll be going to the bank around the corner to open up a special bank account all for Frank (my landlord) so that I never ever have to go through this crap again. Yay. Just the way I pictured spending my day off.

Did I mention I hate him? He still hasn't got the plumber to come and fix the goddamned washer on my bathtub. Does anyone out there have any notion of plumbing? If so, could you explain to me how to fix a washer? I'm about ready to have ago at it myself ('cause I certainly can't afford a plumber, and if it breaks at least then Frank might get off his ass and come do his job).

Bah.