Well, hey there! Remember me?
It was two weeks ago today that I was unceremoniously informed by the NYC Department of Buildings that my loft (along with all the others in the building) was being forcefully vacated, effective that day, due to at least eleventeen fire code violations and general negligence on the part of the building owner. Like, there was no Certificate of Occupancy. We lived in an illegal residence for over six years, and knew others who had been there for ten.
Anyway, I’ve spent the last two weeks flipping out, couch surfing, packing, looking for apartments, finding an amazing apartment, losing that amazing apartment, packing, finding another apartment that is not quite so amazing but has a lot going for it (including being literally 5 minutes down the street from Becky’s building), flipping out, packing, and so forth.
I am currently pirating my new neighbor’s wi-fi (it’s not strong enough to download a clever image) so I can inform you that the Dude and I have at long last landed, with three cats, a few boxes of our stuff, and Becky Sharper’s aerobed, in our new nest. 95% of our belongings are still over at the Loft of Certain Death, so we ain’t out of the woods yet, but now at least I have some peace of mind and a few more hours a week to focus on pursuing my harpyness, instead of pursuing real estate and/or legal action against the previous building’s owner.
I’m a little creaky, I fear, but I will do my best get back into the shredding of the Patriarchy’s guts. I know the other four picked up my slack with great brio (for which I am deeply grateful), but I missed you evil bitches something fierce.
I’m so glad to hear this, Ph.Dork! Much health and happiness in your new home!
Congrats on finding a new home and good luck moving.
Glad you’re in a new place. Must be a relief. I hate being uprooted. What about legal? Can you get 6 years of rent? Since the place wasn’t certified for occupancy? interesting!
Probably not since you didn’t suffer any damages due to the lack of the c of o.
I’m glad to hear it, and will be snickering over “Loft of Certain Death” all day.
Congrats! Good luck getting moved and settled.
Congrats on finding a new place! I’m sending you virtual housewarming cookies.
Wow, I’ve heard a lot of NYC apartment horror stories, but that’s pretty bad. I would say being forced out of your apartment with no notice, forced to couch-surf for two weeks (after presumably having paid rent for that month) and forced to find a new place stat is definitely “damage,” not to mention health and safety violations that put you in danger even if you didn’t know it — but I’m no lawyer.
Congrats on the new digs, and good luck with the suit!
welcome back! we’ve missed you.
Besides just generally being happy for you that the end is in sight, I’m glad you’ll be posting here again in the near future! Ca fait plaisir de te revoir!
Thanks, y’all. We’ve decided to throw it into overdrive and move THIS weekend, which is downright insane, but I want my bed back. And a couch. And a table. Et cetera.
We got our September rent back, Elibard (thank god), and I’ve been told that the last building owner might reimburse us for the move…if we “ask nicely.” And we might have an even better chance if I, not the Dude, go to him all damsel-in-distress and say “please, please Mr. Negligent Asshole Who Got Me Pitched Onto the Street, could oo pweeze hep me pay for the movers’ big twuck?”
I already wanted to pry this shitweasel’s head off with a spork, but the idea that we need to be solicitous? And that I should go The Full Bambi? …I think I just scraped some of my brains off the wall. Fuckin’ Patriarchy, man.