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Posted by: Maggie

I have a bit of writer’s block. I haven’t been blogging much about Eleanor or family life for a while. I keep meaning to, but when I sit down to write it the stories just aren’t coming. I’ve been busy, as usual, and I’m letting life distract me from telling stories about life. I think that the whole mold saga really threw me off. I need my routine, and I just haven’t been able to get back into it since the move. But I promise I’m trying. I just need a free weekend to give me a chance to recharge and refresh so I can get back into the game. Hopefully, this weekend will do it for me and I will write you all some amazing posts for next week. Until then, please excuse the less than amazing posts I have planned for this week!

Thank you all for reading and sticking with me! As always, I am eternally grateful to you all for letting us share our life with you!

Moving: Part Five or
So Glad We Got the Hell Out Of There!

Posted by: Maggie

To start this story I should explain how much we hated the apartment we were moving out of.

There were constant maintenance problems starting when we moved in until the day we moved out. There was the never ending state of construction that the complex was in, which included noise all day long because their construction equipment and parking area was right outside our windows. When we moved in they told us it would be done in a few months (they said the same thing when they asked us to renew our lease a year later). Then there was the various loud and obnoxious neighbors who stank up the hallway outside our front door with cigar smoke, kept their front doors open when they had guests over so that we could hear their conversations, and played music so loudly that it reverberated throughout the hallway so that with our front door closed we couldn’t hear our tv over it.

Despite all of these issues, the management was usually very kind and helpful, which was the only reason I didn’t lose it and attack someone when the following occurred.

When we moved out on Saturday, we left a few things in the apartment. Eleanor’s very expensive Bugaboo Stroller, which we had received as a baby shower gift, our vacuum that was a little less than a year old, and our kitchen trashcan. Our lease at the new apartment began on Saturday, but our old lease didn’t end until the following Friday. I had planned to come back during the week to do some cleaning and vacuuming to avoid some charges against our security deposit, to pick up the remaining items, and return the keys to the management.

I headed over on Wednesday morning after dropping Eleanor off at GoGo’s. When I reached the apartment I first noticed that the front door was unlocked and thought Josh must have forgotten to lock it after the movers left. Then I walked into the kitchen and saw that the trash can was missing. And that’s when I smelled it. PAINT! I looked around me and saw that the walls had been painted. I rushed into Eleanor’s room where the stroller and vacuum had been left and THEY WERE GONE! I immediately called Josh to see if he had left the door unlocked to see if someone had come in and taken our things, although that seemed unlikely, because who the hell would take a trashcan. He told me he was sure he had locked up so I headed over the leasing office to find out what had happened!

I walked in and told the service manager that although my lease wasn’t up until Friday, the painters had come in and painted and now $1,300 worth of my stuff was missing. She couldn’t believe what I was telling her. She said, “but you haven’t turned your keys in yet.” Yeah. She checked her computer system which told her that our apartment wasn’t scheduled to be painted until next week. She then called the maintenance manager who checked his list, which of course said that, yes, it had been painted. He offered no explanation, and refused to come into the office to speak with me because he was “in a meeting” and said would come into the office in a hour or two. I’m pretty sure he just didn’t want to face me. I was fuming, but managed to stay calm and not scream at the service manager because I could tell she genuinely felt bad and embarrassed about it, and after all, it wasn’t her fault.

A few hours later she called me and said that the painters said that they had put my things by the dumpster when they painted the previous day and having checked, they were now gone. My guess is that the painters brought home some very nice gifts to their families because you have to be an idiot to throw out a $1000 stroller and a $300 vacuum.

She told me that I would be reimbursed for the cost of my things and that she would refund for me the rent I had paid from the day they painted until the last day of the lease, which was four days and a little more that $200.  Unfortunately, they are going to send it with the remaining security deposit which by law they have 21 days to return to me. So, I will likely be out of a stroller and a vacuum cleaner for about a month and maybe more for the stroller, because I think it takes a couple weeks to order one.

So, you know, it was just a fantastic experience and I will just lose my mind if anything else goes wrong in the next month. Oh, by the way, the new apartment, all sorts of issues. More on that tomorrow.


Posted by: Maggie

I planned on taking two weeks off after taking the bar and then starting my new job at the firm I had previously been working part-time for.  Josh had already quit his job at Pepperdine to start his new job as a stay-at-home-dad.  He had planned on quitting early enough so that he could be with Eleanor while I took the bar and so that we could spend some time together before I went back to work full-time.  A week before I was supposed to start I got an email from my boss saying that for various unavoidable reasons they didn’t have any work for me.  While I completely understand, it left us in a terrible situation.   Luckily, Josh’s boss is an angel, so he was able to go back to work as a temp to train his permanent replacement, and will be able to stay through September.  Meanwhile, I am at home with Eleanor checking job postings all day, trying to send out as many resumes as possible, with very little luck so far.

It is nice to be at home with Eleanor, but it’s very depressing that I have been searching for almost a month now and can’t find a job to support my family and put my law degree to use.  Hopefully, I will find something soon.  I did have a promising interview with a Pasadena firm. So I am waiting to hear from them with fingers crossed.

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