#slumlords

[whatevergreen]

Who is Afraid of Black Power? Black Panther Party pamphlet, 1966

[mindofmim]

God damn it my peeps

Ugh so mad... cue ranting into the void so I dont annoy and wake my friends.

So, on Sunday we had a wicked rain/thunderstorm where I live. Mom and I stayed up half the night in awe at the sky. What we didnt know was that while we were in awe our basement was flooding.

Thing about our basement is that we never go down there unless we have to for laundry or to grab something outta storage. So, it wasnt until tonight (Wednesday) that we even noticed. And there are lakes in the corners of everywhere, especially against walls we share with neighbour's.

We live in a townhouse, so all of us are attached to each other in a long line. Now here comes the part that pisses me off.

All our neighbour's had already complained days ago to our landlord about flooding in their own units. And us who are in the middle had no idea. Like as a person with a brain wouldn't it make sense if everyone else thats attached flooded than so did the middle unit? Should we maybe reach out since we know both of them work away from home? Should we maybe check that unit to make sure that the place isnt rooting and filling with mold?

Well apparently my landlord does not have a brain cause they did not email us, or deliver any notice to the door, or call us or anything. And now days later we go down there, the walls are swelling, our furniture is damaged, our construction tools are soaked, clothes and storage items are soaked, and there is mold growing in the cracks of the cement.

Damage that could have been caught and items that could have been saved days ago are now mold ridden and write offs.

And of course the damn maintenence dude who is getting called out at midnight to deal with this said he wont touch the walls, all he is gonna do is vacuum the water. Like what? You are only going to remove the source of the damage but not check or fix any of the damage to the walls and the floors? Like water has been soaking into the foundation and the walls for DAYS and you arent going to even look at it?!?

Ugh... im just so mad. They knew it was happening, had happened, and they just let us live in ignorance and now we who have issues with mold are going to have to try and take care of it ourselves over the weekend - which means calling out of work.

Fuck landlords and their cheap ass laziness. Check on your bloody tenants!

[auressea]

when 'help' is NOT helpful..

The helpful neighbour my landlord is paying to fix up my living space after the flood... is the worst at taping and mudding I have ever seen. you get what you pay for it guess. There's a 2 mm deep fault line around the whole area he patched. The mesh tape is still showing through the mud.

The agony of 'letting this go' and living with a permanent 5m 'patch' is pressing up against the stress of living in a construction site, going on 5 weeks.

it's so difficult to accept this, when I (a complete novie) helped to finish this entire space and did 500% better job.

BUT! I'm too disabled to do the work now. I can't. and so.

[vstheworld]

ooh when you think the meeting with the lawyer’s gonna make you feel slightly less suicidal abt your impending court case and then!!!!! it makes you feel!!!! so much worse!!!!!

[cevansbrat0007]

Hi everyone.

So, I had all of these fics planned. And I still do. But I'm having a bit of a hard time focusing, and not just because of the holidays. That's not my issue the way I thought it might be.

It's the sober house in which I've elected to live. I was recommended to this house by the caseworker, counselor, and several others as being top of the line as it relates to living somewhere with additional support as I embark on my sobriety journey.

The ladies I share a house with are great. We've bonded. They are talented, intelligent, hard working individuals.

My issue is with the workers, otherwise known as the Recovery Coaches. They are rarely ever present, which is fine because they don't live there. This is very much a self-rub house. We ladies keep things going.

The issue is that when these Recovery Coaches are there, all they do is try to incite drama. They often bully other residents, break HIPAA (witnessed by myself and others), attempt to pawn off their work on residents (me), come in after hours to ask residents to help them with non-work related issues (me), and more.

This happens regularly, but since I'm one of the "favorites" for some reason, they try to be careful with me. I don't like any of what I have described above.

But my biggest issue currently is that the house, which again is supposed to be the epitomy of recovery - a premier sober living house, has RATS!

Yes, you read that right. I said RATS. I've heard of residents apparently encountering mice. I've even heard a story about a girl who is still there currently having seen one back in May of this year.

I encountered one on Monday morning, at approximately 12:45am while I was attempting to put away dishes in the kitchen. 😳😳😳

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I SCREAMED SO LOUD THAT I WOKE UP THE OTHER GIRLS IN THE HOUSE!!!

And the neither the Recovery Coaches, nor the Direct Housing Supervisor, seem very inclined to do anything about it. Even after I had to track down the Supervisor to have a serious, deliberate, strongly worded conversation with him.

Nothing is being done.

No one has been to the house yesterday or today. I'm scared. I feel unsafe. The other ladies are scared. They feel unsafe.

I have since escalated the issue with my recovery counselor and my case worker - something I informed the supervisor I would do if he didn't respond.

Well, things are in motion now. Steps are being taken so that I can either go somewhere else or they can step in and hit them where it hurts in relation to their funding among other things.

There is more than likely going to be serious blowback for my having elected to speak up and advocate for myself. And it won't just affect me, but the others as well. They are aware. We've discussed it.

There will more than be an attempt at retaliation. We've seen it. I've been warned. And I have warned my institutional support of this as well.

Oh well. It is what it is. I'm doing what I need to do to protect myself. And this whole being worried, on edge, and even afraid to do something as simple as use the bathroom or the kitchen (both on the first floor where my bedroom is) is taking up space in my brain.

It's getting to me. And I'm tired. And I can't sleep. And I am so frustrated that I really want to cry.

*END RANT*

[citrusgazette]

https://citrusgazette.com/residents-fed-up-with-living-conditions-at-forestview-apartments/

Residents fed up with living conditions at Forestview Apartments

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[court-neliastreet]

Please help me escape an abusive situation.

Hi. So I didn’t think I’d ever be making this post or be back in this situation but I am.

I recently had to move back in with my mother, who was physically abusive to me as a child and is emotionally and verbally abusive to me as an adult. I’ve been putting up with it just whilst I could save enough money to get on the council housing lists and get out. However due to an ex-partner financially fucking me over and not telling me the full details of our money issues, that has been put on hold as I now owe my mum just over around £3500 due to DCBL turning up at my address. She had to pay it to prevent them from taking her work equipment.

I can’t move out of this house until I’ve paid her back, as I am just a barista and a part time uni student (who doesn’t get a maintenance loan) so I wouldn’t be able to afford social housing at the same time. I had to give her all my savings to start paying back. I also had to use my wages to pay for this months food shopping and bills as this has left us completely broke. I’m hoping to recover some of the costs to help get out of this house.

I understand this is a difficult time for everyone, so I’m grateful for whatever help you can spare - even if it’s just a few pennies or just reblogging this post. I’m linking my gofundme below, and I also have a PayPal link too. Also if anyone knows of any charities or grants that could potentially help, I would be thankful for those too.

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[mymindsplayintricksonme]

My dear Tumblr folks!

I usually don’t post asking for help, but my family and I are in need of it..

Last year had been a tough year, I took a huge pay cut from my promotion (which I wasn’t expecting) I ended up institutionalized for some time from an anxiety attack and had no options from the authorities to go or not and now we’re facing an illegal eviction from our slumlord landlord who won’t cooperate and set arrangements to sit to discuss back pay we owe. (which was $400 at the time and November’s rent.) We’ve been good for the past 3 years paying our rent on time and the moment we’re slightly behind their true colors shown. We’ve discovered there is lead in this building while having our 3 kids live here.. I’m sure you’re probably reading this like “well why didn’t you think of it sooner?” well tbh, our landlord seemed like they had their best interest in us at the time and we thought nothing of it… We’ve destroyed our credit, stressing to keep a roof over our heads and can’t get a loan to cover costs…

Any help would be greatly appreciated, seriously.

Also, the picture is a legit 3M lead test. Red = Lead and the pic doesn’t do it justice.

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For those that know me, I’m the type of person who doesn’t like to reach out for help. Well, unfortunately we’re in dire need of the help an

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