I said I would get back to you.I didn't say when.

All right, It comes to my attention that I may have forgotten to update everyone. The whole process was a nightmare. Let's go back a little.

When I said that they were giving me a week to straighten things out to try again, they also said that if I didn't do it I was to be evicted from the apartment. After the last entry, I decided that I just wouldn't clean, I mean I was going to move out, and if they kick me out all the better. I decided to move back to one the older apartments I lived in. I knew the landlord and he liked me and has been asking me to move back since I moved out of his apartment the first time - the reason for that is another story entirely. I talked to the landlord and lo and behold he was able to get me a two bedroom apartment at the front of the building with a balcony. The roommate I was moving with was still up for the move. the people living in the new apartment were supposed to be out a week prior to the end of the month. the new landlords assured me this was true. however it turns out they never said that and the new landlord(henceforth Jim) had lied to me. No reason just lied. Its typical of him, but he leaves me alone. I ask the moving men to reschedule for the last day of the month. It was tight but they said they could squeeze me in at 5:30 PM. cool.

The day of the move happens. The second inspection for the cleaniness of the apartment is done.I have made it messier if nothing else. They sent me a letter praising me on my compliance and that I could stay. What the Fuck? I don't want to stay that is why it is not clean...Should I have shat on the walls and puked on my carpet? Thank you but no thank you I am leaving. I am preparing to move, that stupid final bit of packing is pissing me off - I hate moving kitchen stuff. Anyway it is just after Noon. the moving men should be here in just over 5 hours...BUZZZ!!! Who could that be I ponder. "Monkey Movers!" wait guys I am not ready I haven't even packed everything. Er...that's okay we can just move it over there now. No you can't there are people living there. Duh...well we could put in in our truck and keep it til 6 but no later. Damn. Sure go ahead.

So the moving guys are doing their thing, totally off schedule. I call Jim. Hey jim when can I get keys to the new apartment. I can come by in a few minutes(this makes sense as he lived 3 blocks away). I wait 20 minutes. I call him up. Hey Jim where are the keys. Yeah...I was thinking how about you come get them at the apartment.fine.

I go to the apartment and Jim is actually there. Yeah..they are still there so I can't get you keys. I tell him I do not want their keys, I want the keys for when he changes the locks. He says he doesn't change locls as he trusts people. I would like to see him give his tenants keys to his house. So my future roomate gets there with his moving men who are trying to screw him out of money saying that although they worked only half an hour they charge for 2 minimum. He claims not to have been told that and I believe him. they compromised and they moved his stuff...into the hallway. the people had pretty much all of the stuff removed, there were a couple of big things.roommate didn;t have much so he played on his laptop.

It takes the fucking tenants almost 5 fucking hours to finish. when they are almost out they said we could start moving our stuff in. I helped roommate out a bit and then the Monkey movers decided that now would be a good time to show up, which it was. yay.

They moved everything up over the balcony and then it came time to pay them. the services were $75 and hour. they seems to have forgotten to tell me that they were going to charge for the time they left my stuff in the truck. I did understand that it was not their fault that the people were still there-on the other hand they did show up early. but since they were nice enough to change my original appointment and they did hold my stuff, we compromised with $200 cash. I bet it was never reported and was tax free boozing money for them, but hey my stuff was moved...stupid unpacking.

The next morning I wake up and go to my old boardwalk headquarters 2 blocks away(yeah I didn't move far) I told them I had moved and here are my keys. I said they can keep their fucking damage deposit and then they told me I need to give one month's notice. I told them I did, they said it didn't count as it was not an official notice form I filled out, just a transfer form. In my opinion that counts as I was transferring out of the apartment. OUT of...MOVING out of. they didn't want me to move into one of their's, you would think that I was doing them a favour...or is this how they rape people? Fuck them.

They sent me a list of damages to my new address. the hole in the floor was 13 dollars...what...that's it? the big thing was that I never cleaned the carpet. When I moved in they told me I did not have to clean the carpet when I moved out as they did that anyway to ensure freshness. lies lies lies. My intentional leaving it messy cost me. few food stains in the fridge equalled $10 dollars to clean...fuckers.

I have not yet paid them.

So time goes by and I was living "blissfully" in my new apartment.My roommate was a huge dork and had a stank. He would never clean and kept trying to impress me with his videogame knowledge as he thought that would impress me. Which it would have as I am quite a game fanatic myself(the classics mostly)but he lied about everything he said. I mean he would lie about who was making a game what system a game was on etc...I mean pointless shit that only proved he knew absolutely nothing about the gaming industy proven by how he used a strategy guide for every game he played as even playing them seems to be too hard for him. Anyway, he used to work at Startek working for Cingular wireless with me. It was too hard for him-he skipped all the times claiming he had migraines. I worked with several people he had "helped"-he did nothing but lie to them. Anyway he quit and went to go work at EB games. Oh yeah that's great-throw away your full time job paying you $10.50 an hour to go work part time at $8/hour. how is that going to work shit head...oh right his mother has money an will take care of her darling little baby. Anyway he gets himself this girlfriend who does not mind his bleeding back acne that spread to his sheets that were never washed in the year I lived there or his stank and other hygiene issues.

One day her parents cut off her internet. The internet that they pay for because she couldn't pay for it herself as she wouldn't get a job after she graduated. She cried because they did that, she cried because they didn't buy her Vegan food, and she cried because they told her to get a job and she cried because they wanted $100 for monthy room and board( and internet). So when they cut off her internet she decided the adult thing to do would be to run away from home-crying. She called roommate and he told me the story-only from a poor girl perspective. She spent the night. No problem, I mean she's a baby, that doesn't affect me. And hey my girlfriend always spent the night, nearly every night. I week passes and she has literally not left the house except to get andrew from work....with her parent't van. That is how much of assholes they were lending their vehicle to their darling runnaway.

I confront roommate. I ask"what the deal?" he doesn't get it. I said when is she leaving. When she gets an money for an aparment he tells me. I advised him that she had not left the house...how is she supposed to get money? She needs to apply. Let's just say that the best case scenario here is she get a job in two weeks from when she starts actually applying for work, then she will at least need to build up two month of pay to get rent and damage. I refused to let her live there on my dime. I told him I was not going to let her even share rent with us, she could spend the night but she could not live there. He asked what she was supposed to do. Go home to her parents is what I suggested. And she did.

that worked. Now if I could just get him to stop crapping on the toilet seat things would be fine(no I'm serious, there was always shit on the toilet seat, I confronted him and it still wouldn't stop, he has no shame and he is disgusting).

Later he complained to me that she had no money and couldn't leave home. I said - get her to work at Startek, they are always freaking hiring. He said he never thought of that. What do you know, that is where she works now, not 3 weeks after I suggested that.

Once she started having money though(which he doesn't really now) they decided that they could live together away from her evil supporting parents. He tells me that he and her are moving out at the end of December 2006. I say fuck. He tells me this Nov 26th 2006.Luckily my wonder girlfriend is there to save the day and agrees to move in with me. 2 days later her and I have a new apartment and its takes roommate 2 weeks to start looking, he does find one and moved Dec 31st.

I paid for Dec for both apartments so I could move slow on my own terms. I carried most things by hand. the big stuff I used my girlfriend's parent's van.

Me and Roommate agreed that he would pay the power from then on and I would pay the sasktel MAX. it was easier than to split things for the partial month I actually lived there and the full one he did. The MAX was more costly, but i didn't care, I work full time. As of this writing he still has not paid the power bill. but he damn well better.

Now I am living happily with a wonderful woman and a decent Landlord...now to work on a better job.

I had a chance to move on, but the dishes in the sink held me back.

Okay, I know that no one is actually reading this as I do not post very often. However if someone is reading this and would like to send me their horror stories of Boardwalk or any other rental issues, just let me know.

Anyhoo. Here is what I feel like letting off some steam about: Boardwalk. You see, I am tired of living in my little bachelor apartment paying $370 a month. So I was/am looking to move out. At first I was looking into a one bedroom, then a fried of mine said he needed a roommate and I offered to take the position. I said that I would talk to Boardwalk about the transfer and the inherent procedures that would go with it. Here are the Procedures to do so.

1. Give them $150. This is not so bad as they give it back to you if they don't need all of it to fix any repairs that are needed to your apartment. I had no problem with this.
2. Allow them to come in for an inspection to see if there are any over the top damages that would make them consider you a risk and then prevent you from doing the same to your potential future apartment. That's fine, I set the date for last Saturday. I do have one point of damage in here, and that would be the hole in the linoleum that My chair has made. I told them this was there before I even started the transfer process and they said it would probably be okay and went ahead with the process.
3. You also have to have no complaints about you from the neighbors. I am clear there.

That's about it. So, from the moment they show me my apartment that I think I am going to move in to, they give me about 2 weeks. They said they cannot hold an apartment longer than that. No problem, that means I just have to hurry and get packing so I can move. I have to clean and pack, pack and clean. Then comes last Saturday; two women show up to "inspect". I immediately point out the hole in the linoleum I talked about earlier. Then they glanced around and left literally less than 2 minutes since they took their shoes off. I asked them how long it would take before I would be able to get my keys, you know seeing that I was to move within a week. They told me I had to wait until the transfer application was approved. "This is cutting it very close!" I am thinking inside my head.

So today is Wednesday, and I woke up still not hearing any news about whether or not my application went through or not...I move in THREE days, I should know these things so that I may call Sasktel and Saskpower, and change everything over. I decided that I should call Boardwalk and find out what is going on.

I call, they pick up the phone, I ask, they pause before they answer and look it up on the computer. They then tell me that I was declined. I pause...what? What do you mean, why? They explained, but I would rather hear it face to face, so I went across the street to the office.

They expained it to me again: First off the hole in my floor was a problem. This I understand, I am willing to cover any extra expenses required to cover the damages, right now on the spot if I must, I have the money just for this situation. They said no dice. I said that it wasn't just my chair's fault that the linoleum got eaten up, but also that the floor has a huge hump in it, and that when the chair moves, it gets hung up on the hump (my floor is so slanted that the fridge is at an horrible angle). But, I am willing to take full responsibility for it, as I do not want to cause any trouble, just move peacefully.

But that is not all! There were a few dishes in my sink: A teakettle, a Pitcher, silverware, strainer and a couple plastic tupperware things. Wait, having dishes in a sink makes me a risk? I can't move because there are a few dishes in my sink? WHOA...that's news. I mean I am cleaning all my dishes before I pack them away so I can move, which was to happen a week after the inspection...and since when is dishes a damage issue?

But let's say I could get past that, there were water stains in my tub! Holy FUCK!! FOR SURE THEY CAN'T MOVE ME NOW! What? Sorry? I can wipe it down if you like...nope, no dice.

How about this...there were boxes stacked up in the living room. Wait...aren't I moving in a week, why wouldn't there be boxes? God I hate these people. When I explained I was moving, they were courteous enough to say that they could look past the boxes...isn't that nice. First they force me to move in a span of two weeks, which means I book a day off work to make sure I can get extra packing done, and then they think that I shouldn't have a bit of a mess. I mean I am moving here. jeez.

So, I ask them, how can I turn this around to make my transfer accepted. They said, NO DICE, its done. They said that if I clean it up, and then prove that I can keep it clean, then we can try again. I am assuming of course that the linoleum is the biggest issue. How does one clean the hole in their linoleum? I think they were just trying to get rid of me.

I have called the rentalsmen who have sent me a form to fill out to set up a hearing to fight boardwalk on this.

This is what is bothering me now. I wanted to move out by the end of March/April 1st. I went in and told them that I was to move and I wanted to stay with them, I told them the issue. They checked on my place on Saturday. Hmm, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, let's assume they were going to tell me on Thurday...that's hmm. 6 days to tell me that they can't let me move...I am impressed by their speed,

I have a theory.

In late January 2006 I found a list, a list I should not have found (it was laying in the entryway of my building, I picked it up and thought it might come in handy). It is a list of all vacant apartments as of Jan 19th 2006. Let's check the numbers shall we?

Vacant Bachelor "suites": 17
Vacant 1 Bedroom "suites": 25
Vacant 2 Bedroom "suites": 12
Vacant Studios: 2

Total Rent Loss as of 01/19/2006: $36,346.
Percent of "suites" vacant: 7.62%.

I am paying $370 a month for a tiny no bedroom bottom floor apartment. For a two bedroom with a Balcony and air conditioning and being on the third floor, the price would be $649, my half being only $325. Looking at these numbers it seems they are losing a good chunk of money. And I am only assuming that they would have more 2 bedrooms than bachelors. And yet there are more vacant bachelors. 2 bedrooms seem easier to fill than Bachelors, so it would be in the best intrest to have me stay where I am than to move, because it would be harder to get someone to live where I do because of the lack of space, but the warped floor, the crooked door where light shines through the top and bottom. The space they cannot fix, that is a choice tenants (like myself) have to make. But I like how they could be bothered to fix the floor or door, but dishes and water stains are a sin upon my apartment.

Whatever. Fuck.

What I am doing to try to get by this, is having the roommate I had in mind go down to the boardwalk and ask to get a two bedroom, they will give him one, and then I will move in with him, sneaking past their miserable defences. They want me to give a full month;s notice before I move, which in my opinion I did, but they tried to force me to move in 2 weeks, limiting my options, thereby making an attept to hold me here.

I will try to keep this posted as to what happens...if you are interested, or if not. I need to vent

Ciao.