fireez: (Misc - pillow fort)
And the drama with the ex-house continues. Now they're bitching because husband put a new wooden ceiling into the bathroom. I repeat, he PUT. IN. A. NEW. WOODEN. CEILING. Because the old one was, quite frankly, fugly and oooold, and back when we moved in, we got the OK for it. Now it's all omg how could you you should have taken that down we wanted everything the way it was.

You know what, OK. You wanted everything the way it was? Then we'll go over there and remove the tiles from the bathroom walls. We're going to shoddily glue on the tiles from the windowsill and laugh when they come down. We'll remove all the wallpaper and put back the four layers of fugliness that used to be on the walls before we busted our asses renovating that place. You want your old baseboards back because they match the hardwood floor? Gladly. At least we won't have to put any holes in them because they already got more holes than swiss cheese.

20 bucks say that they'll blame the crumbling walls on us, too. Or the fact that the plywood! walls are kind of warped. You rented us a crumbling mess. We did the best we could to make it livable.



Cut for fandom talk. Or, why I love the Hannibal fandom. )
fireez: (Monty Python - Monks)
...or, here's the biggest reason we just HAD to move.

Everyone on that street is stuck in the 50s. No, seriously.

Today, we did the inspection and handing over of the old place. And let me explain to you a thing, dear journal.

First thing: everything your landlords say when you move in will be forgottten when you move out. Including "oh, those tiles on the window sill are really old, if you want to you can replace them with whatever you like". NOPE. And yeah, OF COURSE the tiles didn't just drop off becaue they were simply glued onto a bit of polished wood, which is shoddy work if I ever saw it. NOPE. "My mother did that herself, and she always does good work. All the other tiles are still there". Well that's because they're on top of the windowsill and gravity does not work on them.

The dampness in the bathroom is TOTALLY NOT because the shutter casing is leaking. NOPE. It's because we didn't open the window after taking a shower! Also, yeah, no way the silicone in the shower has to be replaced after a few years. It's so shit because we didn't open the window!

But the worst thing came when the whole thing was basically over and we were standing in the kitchen. Apparently, they were unhappy with our cleaning job. Here's a quote for you, said to my husband: "After all, you have a wife!". Oh, and: "I only saw him (hubby) doing work in the evenings for the last two months. Something has gone really wrong, I'd say."
Oh and then I got bitched at because I smiled. No, wait "grinned". Tell you what, lady. For one, I was trying to be polite (but apparently, I should have been ashamed of myself because a woman is defined by her cleaning!). And second, you would NOT have liked the face I made seconds before that.

It looked kind of like a cross between these: 






Because really. Really?

I've been living there for like 6 years and they NEVER NOTICED that I actually have a full-time job? Where the fuck did they think I went every morning? The fucking hairdressers? Or maybe they did notice but think that a woman should have a full-time job AND to all the housework. Because we don't need things like rest or time for our hobbies. Oh and they didn't notice that I WASN'T EVEN IN TOWN for two months.

I mean seriously. This is the 21st century. There's been this thing called "feminism" and "social equality" which led to women joining the workforce and couples sharing the housework and stuff like that. But I have this feeling that this great invention totally passed our landlady and her daughter by.



I'm just.. a weird mix between flabberghasted, angry and amused.

GOD I AM SO GLAD THAT WE ARE OUT OF THERE AND LIVING IN A NEIGHBORHOOD THAT HAS ACTUALLY ARRIVED IN THE 21st CENTURY.



fireez: (Misc - Caution ZOMBIES!)
So we moved house yesterday. It was EXHAUSTING.



All of the furniture we need is now over at the new place. Shittons of boxes, too. With... stuff. Which shall be slowly unpacked. Gwyn was the last thing that was moved.

But the new place is totally worth it. There will be pictures once the boxes are unpacked. There's so much light in here! Our old place was kind of dark, and now... LIGHT. Windows everywhere. Two sides of the apartment are basically made of windows. We have two balconies, one smaller one and one HUGE one. Every room has a door that leads outside. I have my own kitchen which is MINE and looks amazing because purple accents. There's less space in here, but we'll make do.

So much still to do.

Did I mention that I now have a bathtub? Because I do.

Back to unpacking boxes.

fireez: (Misc - Steampunk Vigilante)
Since our original plan of going to an Abney Park concert didn't work out after all, the husband and I decided to go do a bit of window-shopping for kitchens and then drive on to Essen and see Les Mis in the cinema.

See, in Germany, we have this really weird custom about how people take their kitchen along when they move. And I don't mean the fridge or the stove. I mean the whole fucking kitchen, cupboards and all. When you rent somewhere, chances are that there's no kitchen in there. So far, we've managed to move around without having to aquire a kitchen of our own, but our new aparatment will need one. Thus, window-shopping for kitchens, to get some ideas, and see how much it will cost us.

And then, Les Miserables. In the most awesome movie theatre ever. It was one of those really old ones, huge and with a balcony, which we of course were seated on. Because balcony.

Spoilers for Les Mis, as if you didn't know the story anyway )

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