Sent to my landlord:
Re: Violations to Civil Code 1941.1 and Health and Safety Code 17920.3 in Unit 8, 4437 Ambrose Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90027
cc: LAHD Code Enforcement
The following is a list of problems in my unit that are listed in the above codes (see highlighted portions of attached list).
• Light fixture in entry way burned out
• Room heater is broken, per gas company. Landlord’s solution was to place a potted plant outside to keep cold air from blowing out the pilot. No heat all winter, despite repeated pleas to fix it.
• Refrigerator is leaking a sticky substance out of a line.
• Oven no longer works (stovetop is fine).
• Several holes in bathroom wall due to landlord making repairs in a neighboring apartment months ago. Reported at the same time as the heater, was never fixed.
• Peeling paint and soft walls in bathroom due to upstairs tenant’s plumbing bursting and pouring water into my apartment for 10 days, every time he used his shower. Although this was reported immediately, I had to plead on the phone daily for help from Infinity Real Estate Services. I was promised that the walls would be checked and painted, but that has never happened.
• The door frame to my apartment is broken and appears to be rotting.
Per California’s tenant rights, I am giving notice that these repairs need to be made within thirty days to return my apartment to a habitable state.
If repairs are not made, the tenant will hire an attorney and hold rent in escrow until the repairs are made, or choose to “repair and deduct” as is allowed by Green v Superior Court, cited above.
Sincerely,
Allyson
Score, Allyson. Some people need to know who they're messing with, because some righteous pissiness isn't worth inciting.
maybe even no internet.
twitch
I know, I know. But I'm trying to imagine days where I have so much (or so little!) to do that I didn't log on. I don't think I've gone any notable length of non-internet time since Kenya a couple years ago. Even then, didn't last the whole thing--three or four sessions towards the end of the week.
Yay Allyson!
Is your landlord the actual owner, or just an on-site manager? Because if there are higher-ups who actually hold the title, I'd make sure they get cc'd as well.
It's weird. The owner pays a management company to deal with this.
So when I call the management company to make a repair, they call the owner, who says he will take care of it. The owner doesn't take care of it, and the management company just says, "it's being taken care of by the owner."
And then the cycle begins again.
Our onsite manager doesn't do repairs. She calls the management company to report complaints, takes out the trash, and posts notices.
It's a chain of buck-passing.
Very nice, Allyson.
I think the key differencce between our landlords is that hers got helping of malice. Mine are just bureaucratic incompentents who eventually cower before the rage and do something. Hers are the incompetents plus spite, which is so much worse.
I can go without internet on a vacation, easily. Even if it's offered. but then, I'm the girl with no cell phone. (Dude, even my MOM has a cell now. Dad got it for her trip to B'ham because those crazy kids don't have a landline.)
I also filed a complaint with the Los Angeles Housing Department Code Enforcement peeps.
I have a case number and everything!
I better go home and clean in case official people come to visit.
For ita: Comic Book Martial Arts Ads
The below images are ads for martial arts courses that appeared in comic books of the late 50s through the early 80s. The ads were usually over the top in their promises to teach you how to smash bricks with your head, turn invisible, fight 12 attackers at one time, and kill a man with your pinky finger. Even including bodybuilding courses, hypno coins, and fake vomit in the equation, there was something especially strange about selling martial arts training through comic book ads. Unlike all those other products, it was unlikely anyone could get hurt or killed by mucking about with a sea monkey. Yet, in truth, all you really got for your 99 cents was a small pamphlet providing ass-backwards instruction in a few techniques, or, more often, a "taster" for the larger course. It's safe to say no one became a martial arts master through a comic book ad.
From one of the ads:
Turn your hands into "explosive" defense mechanism!
You can lick your weight in tigers as a skilled FEARLESS MASTER OF ORIENTAL FIGHTING ARTS
