I was already beside myself with stress given the current situation of our house being torn apart. We got word yesterday that the drywall will be put up next Tuesday (so basically 2 weeks after the flood), followed by painting the next day, and carpets the next. I don’t know how they’re planning to do all the drywall in one day when they only have 2 drywallers and whenever they’ve done drywall here before they’ve only had a few walls to do in one day and it took the entire day just for that. But that’s what we’re being told.
That doesn’t answer what’s happening with the back door, which due to not being properly sealed has caused the actual frame that is part of what holds the building together to start rotting away.
To make matters way worse than I thought they could be at this point, our next door neighbour came over this morning to inform me that they’ve had a problem with mice in their house for a week now. Management is of course doing nothing and saying ‘maybe next week’ they’ll get someone to come have a look. She’s caught 8 mice as of today, and can hear them in the walls upstairs at night time.
I AM TERRIFIED OF MICE AND RATS. Like, intensely. To the point that I would have a serious panic attack if I saw one in our house and I literally don’t know how I’d be able to handle going through that right now given everything else that’s going on.
I haven’t seen any signs of mice in our house, and since she mentioned it to me I’ve looked everywhere I can. Of course, our upstairs in particular looks like an episode of Hoarders at the moment, which is NOT our normal but has been since the flood since everything we could take upstairs from downstairs is cluttering every room and space imaginable up there. So I’m even more concerned now thinking they have a lot of extra places to hide in our house right now.
Every single little noise I hear now is giving me the heebee jeebees because I think it’s a mouse in the wall! And given half our walls are non-existent, they wouldn’t have to make any effort to get into our home.
I CAN’T TAKE THIS, seriously I can’t even! I am going crazy inside. I just want to move SO BADLY. I don’t feel safe/comfortable/happy here. And what makes everything worse is having a management company that skirts around every issue possible, cuts corners on every job that they can, so that we’re left picking up the pieces whenever anything happens. If they just dealt with things properly, and made the effort to actually get things done when they should be, it wouldn’t irk tenants so much to know we’re paying a lot of money given all the issues that happen here. I am so beside myself it’s not even funny, not that any of this has EVER been the least bit humorous.