So, we found a lovely notice taped to our front door today. INSPECTION!
There are so, so many bless'ed things wrong with this house. Most of them were here before we moved in, thanks to roommate. For all that we accommodate his fuckery, the realty company and OWNER will likely not be amused.
For instance, lets start on the driveway. Mom's shitty 1978 Datsun RV. We were going to scrap it under a federal program, but they bounced mom out of the program. Not sure why, but the problem isn't going to be solved in the next 24 hours. So that rotty shitbox says Hello inspector!
Next, the front door. Good enough door at one point I suppose, but roommates hand filth has filthified it. I've sprayed it down with just about every product known to man. Bleach? Magic eraser? Have not tried napalm.
Then again, maybe they won't give a poo. Tenant in one of the adjacent units decided she doesn't have to pay rent, yet has money for lawyer to fight eviction. Odd contradiction. Probable cause of inspection.
Next problem with front door, the locks. There is no key for the doorknob, just the deadbolt. This has been brought up before, but roommate Aspie tendencies led to us letting that dog lie. (He began shaking and whispering to himself whenever it was mentioned, making communication difficult if not impossible.
Inspection notice ominously mentions locksmiths, so I'm going to head out to the home despot tomorrow to buy a doorknob deadbolt set. He can have a shaky fit, but this is an issue he can not skate.
Entryway has linoleum that was in bent up state when we moved in. Not sure if that will cause issues with owner, but does not fill one with fuzzy feeling. Carpet in similar state. We threw down a nice throw rug in the living room, it continues to be very nice. Couches are clean, as is small entertainment center. Photo mural looks like it was put up by kindergartners, caused by roommate "helping". Kitchen floor in similar shape as living room, nothing I can do there. Still, not exactly awe inspiring.
Hallway lights have been checked and dusted, I might throw the art out. Art is... unsettling.
Bathroom has many issues, have managed to resolve some. Realty company replaced sink faucet and shower head recently, so hopefully they know current state of things. Not great, but not something a tenant can be expected to fix themselves.
Roommates room is his room, so his problem. I did give him a blanket, hopefully bed will be made. Other than that he just has guitars. Shared closet is filled, but accessible.
My loft continues to be lofty. Got a bed, bed will be made. Aside from that? not much to say.
Mom's room. Scary. We replaced the carpeting in her room by laying fresh carpet over shitty unit wide carpet. By doing this we can not be accused of tearing up the shitty unit carpet. Other than that, mom just needs to put a lot of poo away. I tried to get her to do it this evening, but she blew me off. I removed the curtain she'd nailed over the window, she was not happy about that. The blinds are not in great shape, but they should pass inspection.
So yeah. Freaking out bad and hard. I do not want to have to find a new place to live right now, but it's possible, and also probable.
On the plus side, would be new place to live. Do not want new Roommate with new Roommate issues.