my coworkers are talking about rent hikes. from $750 to $950 for the same one bedroom apartment or from $500 to $750 for, again, same apartment he was in for two years
I'm still in the stressful experimental first couple years where I see if I can afford taxes and upkeep without raising my roommates' rent, but I bought the place in part because I wanted a couple of my friends to have a place to stay where rent wouldn't climb exponentially over the years.
I really really want to have my own place at some point (equity!) but until my state raises wages to match cost of living idk. our starting wage most places is <$15
I am the landlord now and need to call an exterminator instead of texting the landlord to call one, ugh. On the bright side, only one of my landlords was responsible enough to actually call exterminators when needed, so in some ways it's a relief that I don't have to negotiate with awful people to take care of problems!
One winter my roommate was about to go in for surgery and the radiator in his room stopped working... right before he was going to be stuck in bed recovering. When I called the landlord (both because I was the landlord complaint person and because this roommate is HoH), he tried to mansplain to me how steam heat works and tell me there wasn't a problem.
He blamed our weatherproofing efforts downstairs and said the heat just wasn't having the opportunity to reach the attic before it shut off. I called his bullshit and was like, "My attic room, right next to his, is a toasty oven."
Anyway, sometimes when I'm feeling bad that I'm not as quick to get things done around the house as I'd like to be (because I'm very aware of my responsibility to my roommates) I think of my previous landlords to console myself, because never in my life will I be THAT BAD.
we'd hung heavy curtains in doorways and put the plastic seals over the windows on the 2nd floor so the common areas didn't get so cold. (this apartment was a 5BR on the 2nd & 3rd floors of a big house)
me: "THANK MY AWFUL LANDLORDS."