Get Me Out of Here!

The latest in our shitty apartment nightmare:

Our cable and internet went out on Friday night/Saturday morning. We figured it was a fluke and waited awhile, but finally Tom called on Sunday and made an appointment for Monday (during Aiden's nap time - thanks hun).

Dude comes out and pulls out all his fancy tools, running in and out of the apartment. An hour a half later and almost ready to give up, he says "I think I've found why your cable doesn't work. Come with me." We walk downstairs where he hands me this metal thing with cable screws hanging out everywhere, and shows me some cut up cable."Someone's been tapping into your cable. That's a splitter used to get your cable into their cable line. It's illegal, and I'd say it's coming from apartment 1."

YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

Okay, not that I'm shocked. This place is really the scum of all scum and nothing surprises me, but come on people. Isn't that a bit ridiculous?

Our cable and internet are back in working order now, and Tom left a note on the main entrance to our building addressed to "Whoever was stealing our cable..." (Not my idea, but whatever makes him feel better.)

As if I didn't hate this place enough already.

BUT! We move on Thursday. There are boxes everywhere and this place is a disaster zone, but incidences like the above continually remind me that it's all worth it. We're heading off to our little pleasant-ville house where we can finally enjoy some peace and quiet without having to worry that someone is hacking into our freaking cable. Do I feel sorry for the people who are moving in here? Slightly. They have no idea what they're getting into. In this situation, though, my tiny feelings of guilt are overpowered by the strong need to get the hell out of here.

Now, if you will please brace yourself for the horrifying pictures that follow. Please note! I do not live this way out of choice. I am just as appalled as you are. (Notice that I have attempted to keep some sort of organization but my attempts are failing)

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Stuff on the counters, stuff on the table, stuff on the floor, boxes covering every inch


Bare walls, empty shelves, and - you guessed it- MORE BOXES!