Y’all know that when I moved up here I rented my house in Jackson, right? I did. My previous previous tenants moved out a month before their lease was up because they bought a house. I’m okay with that.
Let’s talk about the previous tenant. She moved in on May 15. Paid deposit plus half the first month. Yay! Paid June. Yay! July came. No rent. I called her, no answer. So, her deposit paid the rent for July. She emailed saying that she was going to pay the rent for July in August. And, by the way, she had bought a house so she’d be moving out on August 31. Wait. You say what?? You’ve lived in my house for three months on a 12 month lease, then you TELL me you’re moving out?
So, in July she paid rent – which technically covered her July rent. So, for August, she shot me an email telling me to just use her deposit to pay the August rent and she’d leave the house clean. THE HELL YOU SAY? Naw, ma’am. You should pay RENT in August. But, she didn’t. And she left my house on August 31, and I don’t know where she went and I haven’t heard from her since. Recap: She lived in my house for three and a half months and paid for one and a half months. And Tim and I spent a whole day getting the house back right. With zero cash from her deposit. Mmhm.
Because I had tenants in the house so fast, I just decided to move on. But, I never got over the feeling of wanting to beat her about the face and neck area for just moving out of my house and presume that I’d be okay with her making her own arrangements, then never responding to my telling her she needed to pay her rent.
Add to the mix one crazy (literally) client who is bad mouthing me to his friends because he owes me $500. Owes. For work I did.
So, yesterday when I read “Hope it works out” that was it. That was all. I am done. Why do people have the unmitigated gall to leave you holding the bag for stuff they just won’t take responsibility for? I mean, really? I’m generally sick of being taken advantage of by people who are just idiots. And, I’m quite honestly not taking it lying down anymore. ”Hope it works out” was the straw that broke my Mr. Nice Guy camel’s back.
So, Mrs. Tenant who owes me rent, Mr. $500, and Ms. Hotel Room are going to pay me, or I’m going to rain hell and brimstone on them until they wish they had. I think it’s about time I use my legal skills to my own advantage. It’s the principle of the matter, and Psonya is tired. In the words of my favorite artist: Eff you. Pay me.