It's the pricey one

After much agonizing thought about which apartment to rent, I went into panic mode and signed a lease for the last apartment I looked at on my cutoff date to find a place to live. What can I say? Time was running out, the walls were closing in, and I panicked. But then I thought about it for the whole rest of the early evening and laid awake much of the night, and I decided another place I had looked it would be the best place to live -- primarily because it was in a more centralized location and offered washer and dryer hookups, meaning I would be able to keep my washer and dryer.

So I called the apartment for which I had signed a lease first thing the next morning, precisely at 9 a.m. I said that I had thought it over, and I didn't think living there would work out for me. I said they could keep my deposit, but I wanted to cancel the lease agreement. And, in a very rude manner, the lady on the phone told me that there was no way in hell I am ever getting out of that lease.

So basically, I found out that my landlord -- which is actually a corporate management company -- is an asshole. No business hours had passed since I had signed the lease, the paperwork hadn't gone through yet and the company hadn't run a credit check and signed off on the agreement. Basically, by letting me out of it, they would've gained $150 for doing nothing because I had told them to keep the deposit.

I'm trying to focus on the positive, however. It is a nice apartment, and it's one of the ones I liked the most from the beginning. The primary drawbacks are the edge-of-town location and coin-operated washer/dryer. Unfortunately, the managers are asses and we already don't get along very well.

Apparently, once you sign a lease for something, the friendliness and helpfulness of the management company is replaced by sinister, maniacal laughter.