This is what my apartment looks like when I call it to mind:
This is what my apartment smell reminds me of:
This pictured cheered me up a bit. I was looking for funny pictures about malodorous things to find a way to express my distress about the apartment.
I have no idea, but yep. I wish I was that dude. I bet his family hates him. I want to be him at the moment.
I called the leasing office, they are gonna be like, checking the usual suspects and reshampooing the carpet Monday I hope there's a dead squirrel in the air duct, frankly only one of them sorta works. I wouldn't have waited this long but the smell seems to be steadily getting worse. I was trying to cope. The leasing lady was all like, "Oh gosh no we've never had complaints BEFORE."
To be fair though, when I went to check my mailbox it was stuffed full of mail concerning like CPS case plans and food stamp appointments and stuff. The prior tenant did not appear to be a working professional, is how I' m gonna say it. Also, they had not checked their mail for a LONG TIME. Etc.
It kind of creeped me out more. They are also going to check on cat lady. I figure this is just ALL part of the process of getting moved, but I refuse to cry over my laundry basket and what it smells like every weekend when I get home, because, like, I can't do it anymore.
To be fair, when I had to sign a "bedbug" clause, I should have been like, "Um, I think I can maybe commute another week." (Although to be honest, I don't think I COULD Have.)
Anna