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It's deja vu!
Mar. 28th, 2003 03:48 pmFirstly, I'd like to find whomever coined the saying "March comes in like a lion, goes out a like a lamb" and SMACK him upside the head... and I have a somewhat immature husband so I'm good at smacking people upside their heads. March came in like a lamb... mild, warm, beautiful. It's now the end of March. And what do we have? Rain! Storms. Massive clouds covering everything. And wind. Lots and lots of strong wind. And it's cold. I don't remember it ever being this chilly in Texas at the end of March. Hell, I don't remember it being this chilly in Texas at the begining of March. So March is going out like a lion. Stupid saying.
Now, onto the deja vu bit. A bit of background information, if you will: When I was pregnant with Alex, Jeff and I lived in a one bedroom apartment across the street from where we are living now. It was a rattrap in the first place, but the management didn't bother to ever fix anything, so it was not the nicest place to live. However, it was where we could afford on Jeff's grossly underpaid tech support salary, and with me being pregnant nobody would hire me, and I'd had to quit my previous job because of the pregnancy (I was housekeeper at an athletic club... the chemicals in the cleaners used for 8 hours a day 5 days a week would have hurt my unborn daughter). So we were strapped for cash and the not-so-nice apartments were where we lived. Around April, a beehive was discovered on the side of the building. A man came and sprayed, said they were taken care of. Two weeks later, they were back. By the first of May, they were inside the apartment. I woke up one morning and there was a bee buzzing around the bedroom. I thought perhaps it had just flown in the day before when Jeff was outside smoking. But no such luck. There were two more dead in the windowsill. I told Jeff, we told the complex, they said wait until the following morning and if more were found, they'd do something about it. There were more the next morning, so the complex had a man come out. Once again, we were told the bees were gone. The following morning, they were buzzing around the bedroom again. Jeff and I moved our decrepid old mattress to the living room and slept on the floor in there. We lived in a bee-infested apartment for one month and the management never did anything about it, nor would they cut us a break on rent or move us to a new apartment. We were told it was our fault the bees were there, as management believed we were letting them in. When Alex was born and I had all the health problems and the re-admittance to the hospital, we moved into my parents house so I could recover. Jeff had just lost his job and he didn't get another one until recently. We lived there for a year and a half. We cut out on our lease at the old apartment and are STILL arguing with the management about the bee issue. We feel we should not have to pay for an apartment that was uninhabitable and they feel we should pay to the end of our lease as they never noted a problem with the apartment (ignoring the fact housekeeping was afraid to clean up the bedroom after we moved out since the windowsill was COVERED in dead bees... you couldn't even see it, and we hadn't been inside the apartment for two weeks).
A note on the bee issue. I'm highly allergic to bees. If I get stung by even one, I have about 5-10 minutes to get to a hospital before I die.
Yesterday I scared myself silly. I was taking Alex's old excersaucer to a friend of mine who has a 5 month old son. I stepped out of the apartment and off the porch to load the excersaucer, leaving Alex inside, and stopped dead in my tracks. I had just stepped into the middle of a SWARM of bees. A swarm. An entire colony. The amount you would find in a large and active hive were buzzing in the air all around me, literally all around. They were above me, at my feet, to my front, back, and sides. The air was thick with bees, and somehow, I managed to turn around and get inside without being stung or even having one land on me. I wait about 10 minutes and look outside. The swarm is gone. I open the door. Nothing, not even the sound of bees. I take a tentative step outside. Still nothing. There is a little girl playing with bubbles outside the building next to mine. I step to the sidewalk and look around. Finally I spot them. Most of the swarm wasn't visable by this point, but there were about 30 or so bees buzzing around the outside of my building, up near the roof, at the second floor apartment direcly above the apartment behind mine. I could see a space between the brick and the roof where I am entirely certain the bees have taken up residence.
On the plus side, the management of this complex is ever so much more reliable and trustworthy. I know it will be taken care of quickly here.
Now, onto the deja vu bit. A bit of background information, if you will: When I was pregnant with Alex, Jeff and I lived in a one bedroom apartment across the street from where we are living now. It was a rattrap in the first place, but the management didn't bother to ever fix anything, so it was not the nicest place to live. However, it was where we could afford on Jeff's grossly underpaid tech support salary, and with me being pregnant nobody would hire me, and I'd had to quit my previous job because of the pregnancy (I was housekeeper at an athletic club... the chemicals in the cleaners used for 8 hours a day 5 days a week would have hurt my unborn daughter). So we were strapped for cash and the not-so-nice apartments were where we lived. Around April, a beehive was discovered on the side of the building. A man came and sprayed, said they were taken care of. Two weeks later, they were back. By the first of May, they were inside the apartment. I woke up one morning and there was a bee buzzing around the bedroom. I thought perhaps it had just flown in the day before when Jeff was outside smoking. But no such luck. There were two more dead in the windowsill. I told Jeff, we told the complex, they said wait until the following morning and if more were found, they'd do something about it. There were more the next morning, so the complex had a man come out. Once again, we were told the bees were gone. The following morning, they were buzzing around the bedroom again. Jeff and I moved our decrepid old mattress to the living room and slept on the floor in there. We lived in a bee-infested apartment for one month and the management never did anything about it, nor would they cut us a break on rent or move us to a new apartment. We were told it was our fault the bees were there, as management believed we were letting them in. When Alex was born and I had all the health problems and the re-admittance to the hospital, we moved into my parents house so I could recover. Jeff had just lost his job and he didn't get another one until recently. We lived there for a year and a half. We cut out on our lease at the old apartment and are STILL arguing with the management about the bee issue. We feel we should not have to pay for an apartment that was uninhabitable and they feel we should pay to the end of our lease as they never noted a problem with the apartment (ignoring the fact housekeeping was afraid to clean up the bedroom after we moved out since the windowsill was COVERED in dead bees... you couldn't even see it, and we hadn't been inside the apartment for two weeks).
A note on the bee issue. I'm highly allergic to bees. If I get stung by even one, I have about 5-10 minutes to get to a hospital before I die.
Yesterday I scared myself silly. I was taking Alex's old excersaucer to a friend of mine who has a 5 month old son. I stepped out of the apartment and off the porch to load the excersaucer, leaving Alex inside, and stopped dead in my tracks. I had just stepped into the middle of a SWARM of bees. A swarm. An entire colony. The amount you would find in a large and active hive were buzzing in the air all around me, literally all around. They were above me, at my feet, to my front, back, and sides. The air was thick with bees, and somehow, I managed to turn around and get inside without being stung or even having one land on me. I wait about 10 minutes and look outside. The swarm is gone. I open the door. Nothing, not even the sound of bees. I take a tentative step outside. Still nothing. There is a little girl playing with bubbles outside the building next to mine. I step to the sidewalk and look around. Finally I spot them. Most of the swarm wasn't visable by this point, but there were about 30 or so bees buzzing around the outside of my building, up near the roof, at the second floor apartment direcly above the apartment behind mine. I could see a space between the brick and the roof where I am entirely certain the bees have taken up residence.
On the plus side, the management of this complex is ever so much more reliable and trustworthy. I know it will be taken care of quickly here.