dispatch #9: 2023 SE Madison #5, Portland, Oregon

the coldest night i ever spent (part 5)

then there is this [titular] place. if hell was made of ice, this place would be on fire. it is THAT cold!

i wasn't paying attention when the icy receptionist @ the property management office answered the phone; or when the bitchy agent who, after opening the 3rd apartment in 2 days she had shown me, told me i was "difficult".

but when the kids couldn't sleep thru the noise of the heater-fan; when I couldn't sleep thru the noise of the heater-fan; when i felt the breeze of cold air coming in around the lock of the closed back door; when i reflected upon the non-refundable, one hundred-fifty dollar portion of the security deposit, i seriously considered stopping payment on the check. $40 bank fee, bad karma & credit threats be damned.

i was pissed. [as i write this, the heater noisily cycles on & off @ a rate of 5x per hour. it is currently set to "low": too cold when it's off, too hot when it's on. heat doesn't make it to the bedroom but you still can't hear anything over the fan. it's giving me a headache.]

but my karma-dharma cop-out bullshit got the better of me & i decided to play the martyr & just piss them off without screwing up my "credit". that'll teach 'em!