Okay, okay, so I know we keep going on about this, but our property managers really are SHIT. They sent us a letter yesterday because I forgot to pay my rent.
'Please call us within 24 hours to let us know how you plan on sorting this out.'
Huh. They didn't call us back within 24 hours after our complaints about the many issues with our house, oh no.
Thing is, I don't actually think that thier maintenance department exists. Maggie did a fantastic impression of what their offices must be like:
"Hello, Roberts. Please press one if you'd like to speak to a barbie doll/girl who's had a lobotomy. Press two if you'd like to be put through to George, although he's usually never there. Oh, wait, he died last week. He's still taking calls, though. Some people say he's even more efficient than usual. Oh, can I just point out that actually, our offices don't exist. So press three if you'd like to be put through to the abyss. Thanks, goodbye.
I HATE THEM.
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