Monthly Archives for November 2003

Tired and Emotional

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Stimpy: like a furry noose around my neck

Tristan’s townhouse, and Kellie’s also. It has 2 car spots. It is more than $100 a week cheaper than my current apartment. After we saw the place on Saturday I immediately went to the real estate agent and applied. I even offered $5/week more than they asked for, just to increase my chance of beating what I assumed to be many competitors. I have a good job and good references, and I have the $5 edge. In the bag.

On Monday afternoon I found out that my application was not accepted, and suffice to say I was a bit disappointed. I asked the agent why I had been overlooked, unfortunately she was “not at liberty to disclose that information”. Privacy Act, I guessed. I could only imagine the stellar qualities of the applicant who had beaten me.

Yesterday I went to the real estate office to pick up my application form (I wanted to use the references again). Imagine my surprise when I noticed that the townhouse in question was advertised for next Saturday’s open house round. I had not been beaten, I had simply been rejected. The owner had decided that it was better losing $530* than having me as a tenant. A kick in the guts.

Since no applications had been accepted for this property, I took it that it was open for applications. It was my guess that I was rejected because I was applying for 2 people, yet Kirsten did not submit an application (she had to go to work). Luckily Kirsten had the day off, so she organised her references and we met at the agent’s to apply jointly. Whilst filling out the application we found out the truth - I was rejected because I have a cat. It must have taken a bit of sleuthing to find that out, as I had not included Stimpy in the application. I intended to give her a better home (i.e. Dad’s or Michelle’s). We re-applied on the understanding that we weren’t bringing any cats with us.

Tonight Kirsten informed me that she wanted to withdraw the application. She couldn’t live with herself, farming out the cats for her own convenience. At that point, picking a property just got a whole lot easier, as 99% had just become unavailable. Although there are a lot of cats in the townhouse complex that we applied for, it is pretty certain that any application that mentions cats will be rejected out of hand. Even after we had privately negotiated with the owner of our current apartment, who likes cats, the real estate agent rejected our application (pre-approved by the owner) on the grounds that we had cats. The owner had OK’d cats. Cats are allowed in the building. Real estate auto-reaction: no cats allowed. The owner actually had to stand up for the tenant, against the agent!

Today (i.e. in the morning, not the middle of the night) I will inform the real estate that I wish to amend the application to include cats. I will offer to include a clause in the lease which specifically deals with us making good any cat-caused damage to the premises, to the satisfaction of the owner. I don’t know why such a clause would be needed, seems to me it would be implied in the Agreement. I think it would be good for the owner because they get security. Good for us because we could get a quiet place to live. The owner would have to have some real cat prejudice to reject this offer. At least, that’s what I hope.

If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t matter. Other places will come along. I do not have to move out of my current apartment by any particular date. I may stay here for another year. Who knows?

I’ll keep you posted, although I won’t find out anything until early next week.

*$530 is the lost week’s rent, plus a year’s $5 extras.

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Thinking of moving


Our lease runs out today. We always intended to continue on the standard week-by-week basis, moving never crossed our minds. Until our property manager seemed to become insecure a few weeks ago and started asking us what we are going to do. The second time that she asked, I realised that I had an option. If I felt like it, I could leave. Away from the wonderful Pizza Hut drivers and their friends who entertain me nightly with their melodious car horns, boomchuka and donuts, 10m from my bedroom window. Away from the washing machine that sounds like a helicopter and trips the circuit breaker every time it goes into spin cycle. Away from the lift that lights up a different floor to the one you pressed, the garage that is only accessible from the lift (sometimes broken) and the garage door (sometimes broken). Away from the omnipresent smells of the kebab shop. I should also mention the incredibly inconvenient car-stacker parking spot, which lost its lustre after about a week.

Moving also takes me away from the air-conditioning. Away from the dishwasher. Away from <100m to gym, pool, supermarket, 20 restaurants/cafés, bus, shops. Away from the city.

I am still in a tug-of-war between my head and my heart. I think the head will win, it is stronger, and I believe that it has a better case. Case for the head: The bad things could go away; I could save over $100 week in rent; and I don’t really take advantage of the lcoation. Case for the heart: I live in such a nice place; cats are allowed; and the location is very convenient. Also: moving sucks.

So I mentioned that I became conscious of the option. Around this time I popped over to Tristan’s place as part of his campaign to get me onto Live. I visited at about 8pm on a Saturday night. At my apartment, this is Volume City. At Tristan’s townhouse it was very peaceful. As I walked through the gardens, smelling the tree-generated air, bathed in the tranquility, something clicked in my head. The option grew. I could live here.

I informed Kirsten of my new thinking, and it is understatement to say that her face lit up. That pretty much sealed it, and I hopped straight onto domain to see what I could see. The target area has quite a lot of available townhouses and it is just a matter of finding the right one.

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The Bitch explained

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