My mom taught me well. There is no other way around explaining the labor I have put myself through the past four days to get my apartment clean. And perhaps it’s being anal, but I want my deposit back as much as I can humanly retrieve. For those who know me, they also understand how stressed I have been over this situation. The station is a factor there for sure. I’m the go to guy for technical assistance, but I have also been wearing another hat, keeping tabs on the traffic and billing. If I don’t do that everyday, underwriting accounts get messed up. When that happens, we lose money. Combine all of this, and I start getting a little fried within my wits.
My landlord and I had my checkout appointment setup and met at the appropriate time this evening. I did final cleaning preparations all afternoon for it, cramming what I had left into the car until he showed up. We’d do the walk through, and I would leave town for the night, returning Sunday???… No. I ran outside to get a pen and paper to provide a location to send my deposit check only to see both sets of my car keys sitting on the inside of a now locked car, pen and paper in hand. Fortunately, I had my cellphone on me. I was rescued forty minutes later. Still, I was so close to making a clean getaway after the whole whatever the hell this week has been..
The checkout went great. I’m probably going to get all of my deposit back. My landlord was overly impressed and couldn’t believe how well everything looked. “This bathroom is… Bathroom is… nice. Great… Wow!” While waiting for the help to arrive, I sat outside on the porch. The two girls my landlord has doing the touch up cleaning arrived shortly after his departure. They came out the door five minutes later, “Was your apartment number five?” I was that said person. “That place is spotless. We don’t have to do a thing!”
I hope I get my full deposit back. I think I owe my parents dinner now. However, if we were keeping score, I probably owe them about a thousand and one dinners.