Me and the gf have to stay with my mom for a bit. We were all set to move into our new spot until the inspector found a squatter living there. Turns out this chick got scammed into thinking she owned the place, so now it’ll take up to 4 days for them to get her out.
I feel bad for the broad, but I just want to get this moving shit over with. Landlord is prorating our rent too because of this.
Likely an ex-tentant or a sell off doing the scam.
The have someone go to their friends or what not who are moving/selling and say they will pay them ‘X’ amount to get a copy of their key. Since most landlords are fucking lazy as hell, they never change their locks. So for the low low price of a Kijiji ad and a 3 dollar copy key from Canadian Tire (or w.e it is in US), you have yourself a rent scam starter package. This scam works PARTICULARLY well in places where they’re trying to sell a condo since many of them are refinished and sit unsold/dormant for long periods of time.
DISCLAIMER: I’m not suggesting anyone do this but yeah…
People shouldn’t look at Monday as the start of a long week of work. Mondays should be seen as the start of an exciting week of making money. So how’s about “Get Money Mondays” or “Money Money Money Mondays”? Just post a lil something on Mondays, money or goal related etc to motivate yourself and others to get your ass up, and head to work, and stay motivated.
Whoever scammed this woman had access to the lockbox. When we went with out realtor, she had a phone app that gave her passcodes to open these lockboxes, which had the house keys in them.
I totally identify with the ghost in that picture.
When I was in middle school I felt sorry for this fat girl everyone made fun of, so I invited her over and tried to be her friend. She was always hungry and raided the kitchen, pissing my mom off because she would clean out all the snacks it would take my sister and I weeks to finish. And I guess because she had no one to talk to she wouldn’t shut up. She was like a giant mouth who you just wanted to run away from.
I tried to play games with her, but all she’d do is complain about losing on Mario Kart. Apparently I won because I played Peach, but when I let her use Peach she still lost. Then the bitch ended up losing several of my Polly Pocket toys I used to collect and that was it.
Fuck her. She didn’t have any friends because she was an inconsiderate loud mouth that just also happened to be fat.
Since then I have come a long way and learned a vital lesson: Do not be friends with people you find annoying. The world is far too shitty to deal with people like that on a personal basis.
I have a slight variation on that: I don’t befriend terrible people. Similarly I’m not friends with anybody I can’t count on. I’d expand more on those but doing this with thumbs is tedious.
So apparently, splash pads are all the rage with negligent parents, since they are all the summer fun of a pool, without any of the drowning. They are basically a concrete pad with some water spraying around. Which got me thinking: My basement is concrete…I’ve got LOTS of hoses AND all public ones are going to be closing for the season, leaving parents high and dry.
The only problem is making sure my curing salt doesn’t get wet and finding a new place to hang the meat.