It might come as a surprise to some, but I have what some might describe as an explosive temper. I try my hardest to stay calm and relaxed but when the metaphorical damn breaks it does seem that very little can stop it. It’s a fact that I am not quite proud of, and is why I tell people to not earn my ire; because while I might not be the nicest of chaps under the best circumstances I am certainly not nice when prone to fits of anger. I mention this because I have spent the better part of a month trying to get my security deposit back from my previous landlord.
I can’t tell you how happy I was when the month of December rolled around; it meant I could finally move out of what was essentially a slum. When I first moved into the old place I was greeted by sub human conditions. A thick layer of dog fur blanketed every square inch of the apartment, the refrigerator was exploding in mold, and the house smelt like death. My mother and I worked three feverous days with no electricity trying to get this place clean enough to begin the process of moving my things in. The place was terrible, and I the only reason I settled there was when my old roommate moved out he left with no warning and I needed to find a place in two weeks. A person like Jeff D Andrews makes his bread and butter off people in my situation. He is a leach taking advantage of young people in situations similar to mine. The rent seems too good to be true, they are desperate for a place, and don’t mind the condition because they don’t plan on being there for long. Staying at a property owned by Jeff Andrews’ is a stepping stone towards better things, and he seems to know this due to the very fact that he does little to upkeep the things he owns.
I have been trying to get in touch with this jerk for a month, emails go unanswered, and phone calls unreturned. I know that he is avoiding me and doing everything in his power to keep my money, and I keep think I should have just not paid the last months rent as suggested to me by my mother, but no I am sort of governed by the desire to do the right thing and swept away such thoughts. Yet my relentlessness paid off and by some fluke I got through and our conversation became tense quickly.
I first asked Jeff when he was going to be at his home, so I could just pick up the money that he owes me, and told him that city of Tallahassee has his primary mailing address as a place off Talflo. I had then asked about his incredulous demands that I should forfeit 80 dollars so he could “clean” the place up.
“Jeff,” I had said “this place was clean when I left, and I don’t feel that $80 dollars is a fair amount.”
I then went through the litany of reasons why I should expect the full amount returned to me. I explained to him that this was a guy who rented an apartment to both me and another person where the allegedly clean place was filled with the possessions of the prior occupants. The neighbor who was moving from downstairs to the place next to mine had to have his mother and two sisters come and remove everything including a smoke filled living room set before any of the He retorted that the situations I had listed were invalid and that I left the place a mess, but mostly because the tub looked “dirty”. I grew ever more enraged, the tub looked dirty. Does a bottle of comment cost 80 dollars? This was a guy who only “fixed” a leak because they woman living downstairs refused to pay the rent until he did the bare minimum of his duties as a landlord. I responded back Jeff maybe the reason you have so many code enforcement violations against you is because you don’t upkeep your property. Well he wasn’t to happy with that and told me I had made a low blow. I then Bellowed I WANT MY FUCKING MONEY, but I did at the stair well at work and at the top of my lungs. Needless to say such an impulse didn’t make the situation any less tense; he then told me I was threatening him. I said Jeff that was not a threat it was me telling you that I want my money. He then told me I want to give you your money; I want to see you so I can show you were you can stuff your money.
That I told him was a threat. When you tell some one you want to show them were you can shove something in a loud angry voice that is a threat, I then asked how he would like it if I got the police involved. He backed down immediately and became less of a big man. Eventually many insults later delivered by both parties an agreement of sorts were reached. He claims that he will come and deliver my security deposit although it looks less and less likely that he is going to do at the time we agreed to. For me I have spent the better part of the morning discovering what a slum lord he really is, the lesson learned through all of this is first never rent any Property that is owned by JEFF D ANDREWS, second find a better roommate so that you never have to rent from JEFF D ANDREWS.
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