I'm So Screwed

I've been paying $340 a month for my own room in a convenient location. Just today I got evicted! And I have to be out by tomorrow 12 pm. My name was never on the lease, which I knew. So I won't point the finger there. I'm certainly responsible for staying in this situation. The last thing I want to hear about is how we all got screwed over because our name wasn't on the lease. Well, if he didn't sign anything, obviously our names aren't on the lease! What frustrates me is how this is all happened and played out.

My bathroom has no fan or window, so there's mold growing inside of it. I don't understand how my socially-retarded roommates can't fathom that idea. Well, we shower there and we're fine. No, we all used to sneeze until our bodies adapted every time we showered. Are we to expect that we're only allergic when we shower? Hmmm....thinking caps guys! The visibly growing black stench might also be an indicator, too. The property manager has seen the condition of the bathroom when he's inspected the clogged toilet and made no mention of it and completely disregarded its decaying condition. But now that he has to view the apartment as our lease is nearing expiration, he's starting to care. Convenient timing.

Today he said that the clogged toilet was caused by tampons. Before it was plastic shards, toilet paper, it keeps changing. Today the toilet wasn't even clogged. So why he would change the story up today is suspicious in it of itself. The property manager always knew that two girls were living here, so I think he decided that a tampon would conveniently target us and make it plausible for why he would want us to move out.

I overheard him talking about how we're filthy and never complained about the condition of the bathroom before. Crap! Oliver isn't the most aggressive person, but one phone call should be enough. Besides, the kind of idiot who doesn't bother installing some form of circulating in a humid environment doesn't care. And again, he's seen the condition of the bathroom before. It makes me so livid that he acts blameless. You know I have two adjacent windows that didn't have blinds or curtains put up! I waited a month, and that doesn't even include before I moved in. This is a man who doesn't give a fuck!

I'm pissed that he can't deal with the consequences of his negligence, and I'm getting evicted on such unreasonably short notice as a result. Pasadena has no virtually no tenants rights. The policies, not laws, are there, but they aren't legally enforced. They're basically just decorative. The manager is a lazy bastard, but he puts zero effort if the sheriff comes does all the dirty work. So I'm screwed. I'm so sick and tired of hearing from people that it won't happen because it's unreasonable. Unreasonable things never happen? I'm not risking that possibility! I'm just not!

What's even more infuriating is that my roommate, Oliver, was never planning on telling me any of this. He spoke particularly quietly about this to my roommate, Grace, and he deliberately went outside to talk on the phone because he didn't want me knowing about it except I heard him, and the other roommates had the decency to fill me in. I had to approach Oliver about it. How do you not tell someone that they have to leave? To keep such information away from someone is cruel! But most of all, I'm mad at myself.

I didn't realize it until now, but this is just like working at the salon. I didn't have the strength to leave because the deal was so sweet even though I knew I didn't belong there. It was too easy. It was the same thing here. I shouldn't be living in a mold-infested place, but the location is so convenient. So I stayed just like I stayed at the salon. I wasn't strong enough to leave, so the universe pushed the circumstance onto me and had me fired. Now I wouldn't leave this dump on my own, so the universe arranged it so that I would get evicted.

I'm new to this. Working at the salon or living where I live isn't what I would necessarily call "easy", but it's relatively easy compared to what I've dealt with in the past. It's the easiest I've ever had to deal with, but it's certainly not the path I should've taken. I was always strong when I had to be. Does that really make me a strong person then? If I'm granted the opportunity to indulge in weakness and I take it willingness, doesn't that make me weak? I guess I have to be strong to avoid circumstances like these. I never get a break.