So I have been living and working in Boston for the past 4-5 years, it's been great and many an epic thing have happened. Having just moved to Burlington, to finally get my degree and represent the 617 in VT.
What happened over the past 4 weeks made my time in Boston seem like a walk in the park. I have dealt with my fair share of shit, as everyone has, but NEVER have I been through so much bullshit.
If you don't want to read allot this is where you should stop.
I was already late in the game when I started looking for places, my options where a legit luxury apartment about a mile from campus, sharing a place with adank, or living in this old frat house they are trying to turn into student/professional housing.
I sign on with the first one, paper work/credit check/the works, only to find out the next day that my financial aid had been denied. They revoked over $35,000 from me, all for an unpaid phone bill from 14 years ago.
I am going to sum the rest up as fast as I can.
Day 1: old frat brothers get shit faced while working on the building, stay around till 4am and repeatedly try to break into my room, upon success one yells where's "gook" and leaves. Find out after that he had "harassed" the two girls I was chillin with. (girls if that happens don't fucking be quite about it SAY SOMETHING.) I went to find them after I heard this and they had bounced.
Day2: Walk in on a house mate jerkin off to a video chat, FOUR TIMES.
Day's 3-??: Shitface drunk, dealing with bullshit about financial aid and registration. They kept me out of the system and put me back in my classes about 3 weeks work wise. I am just now catching up. Somewhere in here a shiesty hippy tries to charge me and adank $70 for an 8th. Snagged a phat sac from him when his back was turned and politely asked him to leave after. Don't EVER think it's ok to charge that.
Week 2: Get sick, so much so that I have to spend more time in the hospital, after spending 3 weeks in intensive care 2 years ago I never intended to go back. I was wrong. Miss more class, etc...
Week 3: finally sort the financial aid out, everything seems on the up and up.
End of week 3: Wake up to a phone call from my land lady telling me I have a court date with her and a lawyer about something I had done.
WHAT THE FUCK.
I am still waiting on the details of that claim as well. Never went to court, told her if she took me I would point out her breach of contract.
What I figure happened must be her being pissed about being called out by someone 20+ years younger then her.
She tried to bring an "on site building manager" to live in the house 24/7. That there was a breach of contract, however it gets better.
He is an x cop, and has a dog trained for sniffing coke and nug, not police certified, but still who the fuck wants a k-9 unit sleeping 3 doors down?
I called her out on that when I figured it out, next day I got the call.
Get this though, there is one kid in the building who is scared to death of dogs. When he called the land lady to tell her this, she responded with: "Well then you can move out."
I agreed to move out if she refunded me all my money, including the months rent for the month I have been in the building. She agreed.
Thankfully this all has a happy ending. I got the fin aid, and I am moving into a sick ass house with two of my buddies.
If your in Burlington this weekend, come party it up, keg and no door or cup charge.
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