Your relationship with your landlord (if, like me, you are unfortunate enough to have one): Good or bad?

gang vivant

the story of that building basically played out like king lear meets the people's court

i <3 absurd trouble.

I lived in a place with no doorbell system and ended up getting a little magnetic radio one. Worked a treat and was quite cheap.

the problem is that if i installed one of those, everyone looking for someone in one of the other five apartments in the building would be buzzing me. i asked my landlord if he knew of one of those radio bells that might have multiple bells for a multi-apartment building, and once again, he's "looking into it."

they are really nice people but this is some straight up B.S. how would they feel without a doorbell?

a week or two to figure out how to install a new system is fine, even three weeks. but eight? with no clear date on the horizon? ugh.

yeah, a doorbell is necessary. the doorbells at my place don't actually work, but we rent the majority of a house (apart from a studio on the back) so we can hear knocks on the doors at least.

my landlords are also not great at fixing things quickly, especially because they don't live locally. when there are problems we do some back and forth emailing and phone calling and they get their uncle or something to come look at things and try to fix them, which usually doesn't work but sets us back from calling an actual plumber or electrician for a few weeks. the heat didn't work in the back studio apartment for about two months, and the tenant refused to pay her rent, and it just got fixed for real LAST WEEK. that is messed up. we are trying to learn to manage the landlords by calling them a lot and making threats to get things fixed ourselves and just take the cost out of the next month's rent though.

don't know when packages are delivered (so i end up having to drive out several miles to the UPS and FedEx warehouses every other week)

(a) track one package, leave a note on your mailbox on day that fedex/ups is coming to call your #.

, friends with cell phones have to through pebbles at my window so i know they're there....

it's 2010, are your friends Amish?

I'm in a super-unfortunate sitch wherein I live with the 50-year-old son of my landlord (who, being unemployed and most likely unemployable, would probably live in his mother's basement if she didn't own a completely different building within which he could reside). Luckily, she's mostly completely absent, but on the rare occasion when her son has absented himself from the premises, she's made herself somewhat at home, trotting around the place with her boyfriend and leaving notes ('Do the dishes every day.', 'Take out the trash every day.') with abandon. I have copies, though, of the Illinois municipal code to wave in her face next time she feels like a drop by so that I can let her know that, no, it's actually not legal and okay for her to just parade around inside of a property she owns with no notice just because she owns said property.

I've never had a landlord that I didn't think deserved many swift punches to the breadbasket.

i don't have a doorbell either. i'm actually responsible for disconnecting the thing myself tho - since mine was the only one remotely near the door, i would be the go-to buzzer for every freak who wanted someone in the building.

when i count - i've had two landlords i would consider good (one i'm still friends with!), two decent, one bad and one inexcusable abomination.

amateurist: yeah, I had to whap a huge "Apt 2: STET" sign on the doorbell

my landlady is great. she is actually the property manager, i guess. the building is owned by someone else. but she lives in the bldg and is super on top of things and incredibly sweet. i barely ever see her at all, but we exchanged a shitload of emails before i moved since i was coordinating from new york. now i basically just slip rent under her door once a month and she slips a receipt under mine a few days later. this month, she wrote "happy holidays, theresa!" on it :)

my last landlords were terrible, horrible people who took over a year to re-caulk our bathroom (the caulk was literally falling off and disintegrating) and who refused to cooperate in verifying my residence when i was applying for this apt. i think a previous tenant took them to some kind of court tv show over something once, but i am not sure what the issue was. anyway, the tenant won and crazy landlady cried on tv! haha. didn't stop them from being awful, though.

i don't have a doorbell either. i'm actually responsible for disconnecting the thing myself tho - since mine was the only one remotely near the door, i would be the go-to buzzer for every freak who wanted someone in the building.

^^this

I was initially happy upon discovering that the place I'm at now had a working doorbell, unlike seemingly every other place I've lived. However this soon turned into profound annoyance, as, my buzzer thing being on top, every delivery person, crazy/drunk person, random whatever who happened by on a mission would invariably hit mine which also for some reason was THE LOUDEST DOORBELL THINGY EVER, like it made me jump three feet in the air every time it sounded

I think it actually stopped working through overuse or abuse or something, thankfully!

still waiting to have one of those ridiculously cool landlords who gives you free drugs or cookies or what have you

THE LOUDEST DOORBELL THINGY EVER, like it made me jump three feet in the air every time it sounded

ha ha - mine was the same!

My doorbell just goes ding (no dong) - it's strangely unsatisfying. Works every time, though.

we dont have a doorbell either but its p low on the list of things we need done to this place so i mostly ignore it

when we moved into this apt the previous tenants had left almost all their furniture, rotting food in the fridge and cupboards, and assorted junk and debris most of which was piled several feet high in the back bedroom. it also looked like they hadnt cleaned in the entire two years they had lived there. when i called my landlord he was just like "uh, yeah?"

mostly we just pay for w/e shit we need and then threaten to deduct it out of the next month's rent until he pays us for it three weeks later. p good system really also he doesnt care how many parties we have or how loud we play music or what we do to the place so thats p good

^ ya the one advantage of the half-assed property management: you get away with things.

i carry my bike up to my apt when i get in, so the whole way up the stairs is lined with black marks from my tires (he's never mentioned it but that might bite me in the ass when it comes time to get my deposit back). and i've also figured out how to use stir sticks in the washer/drier instead of coins - and i don' think anyones' bothered to figure out what's been going on with that! :D

I've had 3 good, 2 bad. I feel pretty fortunate.

I have a doorbell that seems to only work randomly, and being in a long narrow cottage we're usually at the other end of the house. No big though, most people end up bashing on the door. And its usually salesmen anyway so they can eff off.

This is great so far:
http://karenandellen.tumblr.com/

I received 3 years' worth of correspondence between a landlord and his two tenants from the late 80's for my 24th birthday. Over the years it has become a cult hit amongst friends and friends-of-friends. I have researched everything in here, and all the events and people are real. Enjoy.

My husband loves to boast about how he's never paid rent.

50% of my job is supervising/negotiating with landlords, they're in large part disgusting savages. The other 50% is handling tenants, they're in large part disgusting savages.

I'm pretty much on-the-ball wrt tenancy legislation, prevailing rent rates, landlord's legal duties etc- which would be useful if my landlord wasn't my dad, living 3000 miles away, leaving all bills/maintenance/issues to me and only paying the mortgage along the most casual of timetables.

that karenandellen blog is amazing. to think, my property management was cranky about chipping in for a hotel bill the night my bathroom flooded. i could have asked them to pay for a vcr!

OMG I cant believe those letters are real!

holy crap, my landlord just sent me an email that is just a torrent of abusive language and insults. this is after she called me on the phone the evening before thanksgiving for the single purpose of chastising and insulting me for some imagined grievance that i still do not understand. (i tried asking her what she wanted, but she only kept insulting me; finally i told her i was hanging up, and hung up.) some background: she is very likely an alcoholic, so i have every reason to suspect that drink is a factor in her behavior.

given that i don't stand to gain anything from engaging with her, i certainly won't reply. but i'm dreading encountering her again. and dreading checking my inbox lest i receive another screed.

i wish it wasn't so difficult to move.

my landlords btw are the worst kind. they are convinced they are our 'friends,' and not only expect to be treated as such and afforded all kinds of indulgences (including not having to abide by the lease in re. when to enter apartment), but communicate with us with a familiarity (which as noted above sometimes includes insults and verbal abuse) that we never had any intention of extending to them. and when we ask for repairs -- and god forbid, when we ask for a second time after they haven't been done -- they react, not as professionals attending to a task, but as aggrieved intimates, wondering when you are going to stop nagging.

when we had to remind them to abide by the lease and give 24 hours notice before entering, they reacted not unlike spurned lovers, responding not only with lengthy expressions of profound disappointment ("if it has to be this way..." "i wish it hadn't come to this...") but also a bunch of passive-aggressive, i-know-you-are-but-what-am-i rhetoric ("you, too, will have to follow the letter of the law...")

oy vey!

landlords are scum

Eesh amateurist. That sucks.

I was groomsman at our landlord's/lady's wedding this summer. Theyve rather fallen into the trade but its been a serious benefit to us ito what we're paying- same as we were in our one bed flat last year for a three storey house now. Does lead to us rather gingerly approaching issues of repair etc but who'm I kidding that's an Irish thing tbh.

My two aren't scum as it happens but whatre you gonna do huh

amateurist, that's a f'ing pain. Current landlady is fantastic, rent is comparatively low, she is willing to put money into reasonable running repairs and new items where necessary, and as a consequence I'm terrified that come January she's going to say 'Actually I'm going to sell' as she could make a *packet* on the place.

Previous landlady was nuts. She once went to the police because my upstairs neighbour, a 47-year-old man, had not come back by 8:30 on a Friday

*knock at my door*
'Tom. Nicholas, he is not back.' (She was Greek, hence the slightly hobbled English grammar).
'Ok.'
'He is *always* back after work.'
'Maybe he's gone out, after all it is a F...'
'He is a *good* *boy*, he would not do this.'
'Well Helen I think you should probably wait a m...'
'I go... to the police!' (This said with extraordinary melodrama)
'Helen, I really don't think...'
'No! I know something has happened!'
'Have you tried texting him?'
'Tom! I cannot use this... thing' (flourishes phone at me)
'Let me send him a message'

I then spend about twenty minutes trying to remember how to text on her Nokia, I really can't remember why I couldn't use my own phone.

hi nick it's
fizzles from
downstairs here.
helen was
wondering where
you are. she's a
bit worried.
i said i'm sure
you're fine but
perhaps you
could drop
her a line &
let her know
you are ok.

I persuaded Helen to give it a couple of hours, and then I was sitting in my easy chair at about 11, reading and drinking a glass of something or other, and a f'ing NOTE is slipped under my door, like something out of Arthur Conan Doyle - I've still got it in fact - saying 'Tom, Nicholas is not back. I go to the police. Helen'

Next morning on the way into work, must have been back when I was doing shifts in fact. I picked up and it was Nicholas: 'Hi Tom it's Nick. What's going on, I'm in *Paris*'.

I also had to go to her hotel room around the corner once (she lived in France but visited periodically), I can't for the life of me remember why, and she complained about the Indonesians who ran it. And I periodically had to field people at the front door dunning her for money.

Prior to *that* place it was Racist South African Jill and Texan Bill. Jill was actually the worst person in the world. She ignored conventions like not entering the property without permission etc because it was her place you see? I remember vividly standing in the kitchen while she picked up my teapot with serious distaste - like many normal teapots owned by normal people it had some light brown tea stains on its exterior and she said - my landlady remember - 'you must really use some elbow *greeze*'

She also once said she'd spoken to someone at the estate agent's who was ever so nice but when she got there he turned out to be *BLICK!*

As so often, the question is not merely one of the grotesquely offensive racism, but why on earth they think you will be receptive to this nauseating crap in the first place. I did have the presence of mind to say as rudely as possible 'What on earth has that got to do with anything?' to which she responded with a great display of irritating meaningfulness 'Well, you know.'

these sound a lot worse than mine - posted this on the ia thread t'other day.

i mostly get on fine with mine but he has real form for berating females - he can be aggressive with me also but i've learned long ago just to create an illusion of him "winning" so that he fucks off for the next nine months.

however i recently told him there's some mould in our newly redecorated bathroom - the roof is a little yellow - there's a long history of this in there. i mentioned that the shower had some mould in it which i removed with industrial mould remover and he then started asking about the cleaner, when she comes in, how good a job she does etc, then asked when she is coming in next as he wants to "have a word".

he kept pressing on this until i eventually had to just say that i paid her and he could raise any issue he had with me - he is like a "normal" family man type with plenty of money, or that's how he'd be seen in the world, but i find this actually reprehensible, the level of effort he's putting in to try and have some time alone with the woman who cleans my house, so he can shout at her presumably or make her feel like shit.

it is incredibly hard not to just unload on him and tell him what a piece of shit he is - treat him with his own medicine, but since i want to keep living there it's not an option.

in the end he came around and was relaxed and friendly about everything, which always happens. wields the power one minute and the next it's as if you're old pals.

Awful. He does endless construction and has driven everyone in my building (who were here before he bought it) out except me and a bodybuilder next door. I hate him.

I gave my last friendly-and-affable-cum-turn-the-screws landlord both barrels when we moved out and I must say it was quite satisfying to thoroughly demolish the unwarranted ideas he had of his own benevolence and integrity

it is honestly archetypal landlord behaviour, like straight out of a period drama

I think it's the landlord's natural state

"protecting their investment" which has people in it

I'm used to dealing with faceless letting agents so this guy was a breath of fresh air in terms of having a personification of the specific disgust I eventually realised not a nightmare landlord situation by any stretch of the imagination but the mismatch between his actions/inactions and his preening idea of himself were too much

You said it mate.

THankfully see them very infrequently but now having trouble over a washing machine.
They have 2 offices one in this town which I didn't have the phone number for and one in Limerick which is about 100 miles away. It seems that my main contact with them has changed jobs so is no longer handling things. She told me to email a maintenance email address which I did tho get an automatic response that had the Limerick number on. I rang that a couple of days later and they sent somebody out to check on things. He said he'd get back to the office and I'd hear from them within a few days. I missed a phone call about 3 days later that I assumed was in response to him calling out. Looks instead as though it had to do with the email which was now a week and a bit old. I called them back later the afternoon of the phonecall and thought they were going to get back to me at the beginning of thsi week which they didn't do.
So I rang them again and got a phonecall yesterday from somebody who was going to come and take a look, I told him that somebody had already been around a week and a half ago & said it was the heating element. So he left it and I'm wondering if I should have had him come around to repeat something that had already been done. He did say he would send somebody out to see me though, but I haven't heard anything today.
JUst seems like there si a total lack of communication on their part.

I only know there is a local office because I've stumbled on it when going down to a cafe in town. All their headed paper refers to the other office.
I'm just hoping that there is going to be a washing machine at some point. I have washing accumulating. Have had to do a couple of service washes already. There are no longer do it yourself launderettes in town and the laundry places are actually in town or the closest one is about 3/4 of a mile away. Drag.

Otherwise just hoping that things are going to go smoothly since this place is currently on sale. Though th etenants are supposedly not effected.
JUst hope I keep having hands off people but that also seems to mean what repairs get done are done really slowly.

Actually hoping that whoever takes this place over can change the rubbish set up. These ones have set up a communal rubbish point that tends to be a major mess and doesn't have any provision for food waste going to compost rather than groundfill which I'm not very happy about.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/08/17/bill-de-blasio-slept-here