Typed up a letter of termination. Went to Citibank to get my cashier’s checks for the new place. Went to the new place’s management company’s office and signed the lease and paid for the first month.
Taxi’ed to the old idiot management company’s office. Walked in, announced termination and watched them deal with it. They called my building manager and then said: Felicia said she was going to call you Monday. Bull. Shit. I told her it was too late, I just signed a new lease. They waited too long to decide this problem was important to them.
The office manager took my documents and narrative of the whole ordeal and conferred with her manager. The lawyer I talked to had suggested I CC her on the letters visibly to show that I had talked to legal counsel (hadn’t officially hired her yet).
A few minutes later they came back and said they were letting me out of the lease. And they are going to remit my security deposit. And since they gave me a free month of rent I’m off the hook for paying any more to these dildos.
Moving in as soon as I can. The new place has nice windows and sunlight. Bit of The Shining in the hallways and a rickety elevator but other than that I think it’ll be fine. I’ll probably see if I can get some rugs on the floors because the off-white carpet seems like it’ll get on my nerves in the long run.
A reading from the Book of Job. This is the word of the Lord. Thanks be to God. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.