The Labo house of Nintendo.
So I’ve had the misery of working from home today – not because working from home blows, but because we had another of those dreaded rituals: house inspections.
At best, house inspections are painless. Most of the time, they’re pretty awful. So for this week’s Off Topic, let’s talk about the nightmares of renting.
I’m fortunate in that I haven’t had too many nightmare housemates or houses to live in, although there was one situation where I lived with a bloke who kept turning the modem off “because he wanted to save power”. The same champ then tried to up my rent by $50 a week after I asked if I could have a copy of the quarterly internet and power bills, which he refused to supply and threatened to kick me out. Fun times.
Upon trying to leave that house, I remember going to another house inspection. Two bedroom apartment, about $400 a week – not bad for Sydney a few years ago.
Bunch of people line up to look at the house. Door opens – there’s a chunk missing from the door frame. And then we go in: there’s stains. Everywhere. Carpet. Walls. Windows. THE CEILING.
How do you splatter food – massive chunks, not like little bits – onto the ceiling? The agent was apoplectic that day; it must have been close to one of the worst properties she’d seen.
In any case, plenty of you have been through the rental ordeal of your own (either as a renter, or an owner). So tell us: what are some of the nightmares you’ve witnessed?