October 9th, 2008

apple box // pushing daisies


My boyfriend and I decided to go for an early dinner on Sunday afternoon to the new Japanese steak house that had just opened.

We went in, looked at the menu, and were seated right by the door by a waitress. She took our drink orders and told us another waitress would come by to take our orders. I started to order from the lunch menu when I was rudely told that it was dinner time. It was 2PM. And it didn't say this on the menu or anywhere else. I froze for a second and then ordered from the dinner menu. My boyfriend ordered and the waitress took our menus and vanished. She returned about 5 minutes later with bowls of fake-miso coup, two spring rolls, and two bowls of salad. We dove into the soup and spring rolls, and I used my fingers to pick at my salad.

About fifteen minutes later our waitress arrived with our main dishes, set them down, and ran off before I got to ask for utensils. She was gone for 5 minutes before she returned to the table behind ours, when I flagged her down and asked for utensils. 5 minutes after that, we finally had forks and could start eating. My rice and veggies were luke-warm. 10 minutes off the grill can do that. >__<

I can eat with chopsticks. My boyfriend can't, so it wouldn't have mattered to him if we had chopsticks, but having to stare at our food for 10 minutes before we could start eating?! And then, while we were finally eating, she walked out the front door and went to her car to get something. My boyfriend isn't a waiter, and I'm not either, but he used to be a busboy and he asked me "isn't it common courtesy for a waitress not to leave the restaurant while she has customers?"

Ugh. I was so frustrated and upset that I had cold rice that I didn't enjoy my meal. Needless to say, she didn't get a tip. My boyfriend doesn't tip, so I'm in charge of leaving the money, but this time he TOLD me not to leave a tip. AUGH.

Not horribly sucky...but annoying...

So the husband and I bought a house. We're in the final stages of everything and we're scheduled to close next week.

Now...when we started looking, we told our landlords that we would be moving sometime in the near future, and when we knew more, they'd get an official 30 day written notice.

To make a long story short, we accepted a counter offer on a house we really liked on September 26th. We knew we were already set for our loan, so I typed up a notice and faxed it to the landlords. I followed up with a phone call to make sure they got it. On the notice, I specifically said that this was our 30 notice, beginning immediately on Friday, September 26th and our last day in the property would be Sunday, October 26th.

So today one of the landlords stopped by to drop off our rent receipt. He started getting all pissy with the husband and I and was demanding to know when we'd be out of the house.

I told him exactly what we told his wife, October 26th. Our rent is paid until then, and that is the last day of our 30 days. Technically we're well within our rights to take that long to vacate the premises. He kept asking if we were going to be out sooner and demanded to know when we were closing on the new house. I told him that didn't matter and he'd get his keys back on the 26th, after we were done moving and cleaning the place.

So then he starts bitching about the mess.....well yeah.....do you see all the fucking boxes? We're in the middle of packing! Of course the house is messy. Yes, it will be clean when we leave because I want my damn deposit back.

Grr....I know they are pissy because we're leaving...but sheesh. The husband thinks they are trying to force us out earlier so they can get someone else in there and basically double dip on the rent money.