cornered?

The shit is getting ready to hit the fan.

The little bastard (landlord) has been creeping about all day. Guaranteed he is waiting for our rent check, due "sometime" today.

I just hope he doesn’t corner BF on the way into the house when he gets home. Not much BF can do to avoid him if he tries that tactic. If the shit hits the fan, *I* want to be the one to deal with it because BF is not very confrontational. I don’t *want* to have anything to do with him or the situation but I know I will handle it better than BF if I’m forced to. And now I’ve resigned myself to the fact that it will be me dealing with this so… I guess I’m prepared.

Today, the breaker blew *twice*. Yeah, you’re like whoopdeedoo. I know. Normally who the fuck cares. What makes it different for me however is the fact that the breaker box for the entire house resides on the wall in the bedroom of our basement apartment. At least twice before, our landlord has used a blown breaker as (we believe) an excuse to explore our home. The fact that it blew *twice* today is pertinent because after BF went to work this morning (a Saturday), I made myself very very quiet and kept the lights off and the sound on the tv down, etc.

I think I’ve mentioned before that it is not hard to blow a breaker in this house becuz the wiring in this house is so messed up. Well, somehow today – on the day when the car is not in the driveway and it appears as though no one is home in the apartment down here – the breaker (aka the excuse he’s used to get in here before when he wanted to) blew. Much to his dismay, I’m sure, I flipped the fucker back up before he even had time to blink.

So that has me suspicious, number one.

Next, he’s been around today a lot more than he has ever been around on other Saturdays. Usually he’s not around on the weekends at all in fact.

Anyway, the reason this is all important is that our rent cheque today will tell him whether or not we consider this month our last month’s rent. We don’t. We figure he has been lying in wait, hoping that we’ll just up and leave in response to his "60 days notice" email almost 2 months ago. The Ontario Rental Housing Tribunal has counselled us that were we to do so, however, WE would be in the wrong and he could come after US for non-payment/abandonment. He HAS to know he has not given us proper legal notice; he’s not entirely without his faculties… 

So basically, today is the day he *should* be forced to come out and ask us whether or not we’re moving on the first. Today is the day when the little game *should* be over. Hopefully.

Don’t get me wrong. We don’t WANT to be here anymore. We (OBVIOUSLY) don’t feel welcome. The place is not up to code. There are only two windows and they are tiny, less than a foot high each. We feel like moles. Living underground in a crude cave.

But with the financial difficulties we’ve been having we no longer have any savings which means no first or last saved up to move into a new place with. Stack onto that our suckass credit ratings because we haven’t been able to pay ANYTHING onto our debt if we want to be able to eat and get to work – which affects whether or not we are even *offered* the places we are interested in… Tack onto that the fact that BF is switching jobs now to get into something that makes more money and that I can’t work and am waiting for disability… Yeah. Not a pretty picture.

We thought about just going ahead and moving anyway. We were going to try to borrow first and last from somebody. We had even looked at a bunch of places and applied for a few. Never heard back from any of them. But then it doesn’t matter because the ORHT says that *we’ll* be in the wrong if we leave. So that put a damper on our dreams for a new apartment… but also gave us some finality on the subject.

It’s just dealing with this idiot that comprises the remainder of the stress.

Oh…. bf is home… we’ll see if he gets cornered…