the hunt- part II

...so the saga continues...and only gets better and better...
i'll try and keep this as short and sweet as possible...
i found an add on reliable ole craigslist that mentioned the breaking of a lease in the w.village and i jumped on it.
called the girl right on up.
she said that her friend would be showing the apt, as she was away on vacation, but we could see it tomorrow, and if we liked it, call her ASAP-- worked for me.
bit weird, but whatever.
went to see the apt that next night and VOILA, we both loved it!
took some pics to remember it, called the girl up while we were still there and she said we were the first to say "its a go," that it was ours and she'd call tomorrow....

well messages were exchanged and she finally called the next day, said "yes, its yours"....
so, needless to say, we're thrilled, as we're SO tired of looking at shitholes located 10 miles from the subway.

Yippee--i check out the pictures i took and i show some co-workers and i allow myself some excitement!

Hmm...in looking at the pics, i realize...weird...all the clothes in both of these BRs are mens' clothes. no womens clothes anywhere...and now that i think about it, there was absolutely nothing in the bathroom, or apt in general that indicated that any sort of female lived there...there were, in fact, really long snowboards, rather.

hmm, weird.
no way a female, this said girl, could live there.
but what do i care.
we can live there now!!!

well, approximately an hour later, i receive a vmail, requesting for me to call said girl back, as some things have changed.

so i do...and suddenly there's this new person that looked at the place before we did, that she forgot about, that is conveniently offering to pay said girl big $$$ for moving expenses, which, according to her, "really would help."

i hang up leaving said girl with the impression that i will consider paying her more than the other non-existant potential tenant is offering her, for these moving expenses.....

...and i think about it.
and talk it over with the roommate. we really do like that apt...but seriously...she sucks.
so we look at a few other apartments that night, b/c really, who is this girl?
she doesn' t even live there.
greedy little bitch.
well, the other apts suck, what a surprise.
i head to the train around 7:30pm, in hopes of making it home by 10:00 pm (the glory of long commuting).

and after a day of utter disappointment, i find myself in hoboken train station with an extremely bitter taste in my mouth.

so, i decide to call said greedy little bitch girl back.
what is there to lose?
i'm not going to get her stupid apt, b/c i'm not going to smother her in $$, to help her move out of a place she clearly doesn't live in.

and i proceed to say exactly this:

"hi 'said greedy little bitch girl'...yeah, well we thought about it and...really, $500, even $1000 bucks isn't going to break our banks...but, its not actually that...its the morality of it all...and honestly, i don't think Mautner Glick (her mgmt co) would be thrilled to know that you're extorting money out of potential tenants...for an apt that you don't even live in..that place was filled with men's clothes..."

said girl responds, "i have roommates...my boyfriend lives there..."

i continue, in a firm danielle voice, "well, whatever, i'm not going to do anything about it, i'm just really sorry that it had to be this way, we really liked the place, but oh well....good luck."

and i hung up.
what a gratifying feeling it was.
even though it left me without apt.
but hell, that's where i was before, anyhow right?
well, just as i'm thinking all this through, my phone rings...its said greedy bitch girl...
...great, now i get to hear an earful about threatening her...

i answer anyhow.
and the conversation goes something like this,

"hi danielle.."
"yes."
"well, i really didn't like how that conversation ended."

"yeah, well, i'm sorry but i am sick and tired of all of this bullshit..i've looked at a million apts and gone through enough shit that i couldn't help it, i was just being honest."

"yeah....well, i know. and i don't like what you said to me. and i spoke with my fiance and i've been through all that too. and it sucked and i'm finally getting the hell out of NY after 11 years. i've been kicked out of apts, gone on vacations to come back to my stuff in the hall, all kinds of stuff. and i don't want to leave NY on a bad note. so, if you and your roommate really want the place, its yours. but you have to tell me that you're going to walk into the mgmt company and say you want it."

"well, of course we want it, definitely."
"okay, i'll get in touch with them tomorrow and set everything up."
"okay, great, thanks."

so, low and behold....i found an apartment by being honest in NY...how ironic...
its in the West Village...a 2 BR with living area, eat in kitchen, top floor walk up, for $1850/ month--

yes....miracles do happen.