#landlords always manage to find the worst of em

[dickbaggins]

not my dumbass thinking I can get up for the hvac guy at 8am and then go back to bed cause it’s 10am and no hvac guy

[anotherdayinchuckletown]

They’re Funny That Way, Chapter 1

Hey, guys! How’s it going? I’ve been writing for about ten years now, but this is only the second ever fic I’ve shared anywhere, so I’m super nervous!!!  

This is basically my take on a Harley Quinn origin story tailored to the universe of Joker (2019).  It’s going to be Harley like we’ve never seen her before, with lots of Arthur, lots of Sophie, lots of original characters, and lots of twists and turns.

I’m SO beyond excited to finally share this with you guys, and I hope you all enjoy! Please like, comment, reblog if you do so that I know if you guys love reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it!  This fic is also posted to my AO3 account (https://archiveofourown.org/users/marie_deneuve), so you can also read it there if you’d like!

Without further ado, heeeere we go!!

Chapter 1

 The apartment building at Eleven-Forty Anderson Avenue is an eyesore situated in the midst of a likewise ugly city called Gotham. A pimple on a face only a mother could love. A pariah among pariahs.

Management has long since stopped caring about its maintenance, leaving it a patchwork of leaking ceilings, cracking foundations, and broken windows haphazardly boarded shut. Even the most seasoned resident of Gotham City would quicken his pace when passing the telltale archways which separate the apartments from the rest of the city.

Sophie Dumond is currently doing her best to avoid saying any of that out loud.

“It’s really not that bad,” she lies. “Definitely a far cry from where you’re living now, but once you get used to it, it’s not the worst.” Although she is on the phone, she looks down at her shoes anyway, so as not to look her guilt in the face. A crack in the tile beneath her feet stares back accusingly.

“Really? My brother told me his appliances never work, and the maintenance crew is impossible to reach,” the voice on the other line replies skeptically. It belongs to another young woman by the name of Emma Boulanger – Emma Scott, actually, ever since her marriage – who has been Sophie’s best friend since the two of them met in elementary school. She is also the godmother of Sophie’s five-year-old daughter, which was an unpopular decision she had been made to justify more times than she would have liked (honestly, though, her sister could call her if she ever became less of a pretentious bitch).

This phone call marks the first time Sophie has heard from her in one month, two weeks, and six days. Not that she’s been counting or anything.

It’s just strange not to talk to her, as she’s always the first to know of any big changes in her friend’s life. Emma is certainly the first to know about changes in Sophie’s life as well. She’s there when they both open up their letters of acceptance into Gotham University, whooping and cheering and dreaming of finally, finally leaving this shithole, getting glamorous jobs in the big city. She’s there when Sophie is curled up on her bathroom floor, crying and clutching a positive pregnancy test, wanting the best for the child growing inside of her, yet fearing she would never be able to provide it.

That’s why it’s so odd when Emma’s twin brother is the one to mention in the hallway one day that his sister has filed for divorce. And furthermore, that she’s returning to Gotham to live with him until she gets back on her feet.

“Like I said, Emma, it’s not perfect,” she relents. “But hey, at least it’ll be nice to hang out again. It’s been way too long.”

“Yeah, it really has! I moved, what, almost two years ago?” Emma’s voice brightens marginally, and Sophie can nearly see the lopsided grin spreading across her face, so familiar is she with every tic, every tell, every minuscule inflection to her words. “Metropolis is boring as hell, by the way. I almost miss Gotham - call me crazy.”

Sophie huffs, knowing full well that Emma is playing it cool - trying not to let on how much she dreads moving back to a city she called a living, breathing prison for so many years. Best to keep things lighthearted then. Empathize with her, acknowledge her feelings, but never, never pity her. “You’re definitely crazy, Em,” she shoots back, raising an eyebrow. “What exactly does it for you, the enormous rats or the graffiti dicks?”

An almost imperceptible chuckle filters through the receiver. “Well, no one ever really escapes Gotham, do they? I figure I might as well develop a little Stockholm Syndrome.”

Sophie doesn’t immediately respond to the bleak sentiment. It’s simply a joke, of course, and as a matter of fact, very on-brand. But there’s enough truth to it to cause a momentary lapse in the lightness of their conversation.

Sophie has found gradually that Emma was right growing up. Gotham truly seems less like a place and more like an entity. It has a certain way of taking, taking, taking from a person, and when that person has nothing left to give, taking just a little bit more. The citizens meander like restless spirits, doomed to wander to and from their low-wage jobs for eternity. The air is heavier out there, tugging their faces down into sour expressions, aging them prematurely. A reflection of their surroundings.

Sophie often wonders if she looks the way they do.

If Emma notices the shift – which she certainly does, she always does – she politely ignores it. “I guess beggars can’t be choosers… It was nice of Eddie to let me stay with him on such short notice.” Fondly, she adds, “He may be a bit of a shithead, but he’s a good brother.”

Before Sophie can stop herself, she laughs aloud. “No comment. We do live on the same floor, you know.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Do you two ever hang out?”

“Not particularly.” Sophie doesn’t dislike Eddie – quite the opposite, in fact. She always chalks up her lack of chemistry with him to simply having nothing in common. He and Emma share nothing but a birthday, a head of golden hair, and a pair of striking ice-blue eyes.

Rapid footsteps make their way into the foyer, breaking Sophie out of her reverie. “Mommy, look what I drew!”

Muttering a quick “hang on a second” into the receiver, she turns toward the source of the sound, and a sheet of paper is practically shoved in her face from below. She is met with a mish-mosh of various shapes and colors, one large brown figure taking precedence in the middle of the page.

She smiles warmly. “Wow, that’s very good, Gigi! What’s that a picture of?”

The artist beams with pride. “It’s the roach you killed in the bathroom yesterday!”

Son of a bitch.

“Can we put it on the fridge, Mommy?”

Blinking owlishly, Sophie scrambles for a response. They really don’t teach her this shit in those parenting books she sometimes finds at Gotham Central Library.

She settles on, “Honey, you already have so many nice ones up there, I just can’t decide which ones to keep! Let’s put this one away for now, and I’ll think about it, okay?” She offers her free hand to take the drawing so that she can accidentally misplace it later.

It does the trick. “Okay!” her daughter chirps, proudly handing over her portrait. Encourage, then swiftly change the subject – a motherly sort of manipulation that works in everyone’s favor.

“Holy shit, I haven’t even asked about Gigi yet!” Emma exclaims. “God, she must be getting so big! She starts Kindergarten this year, right?”

“Yeah, in the fall. And she comes all the way up to my waist now, isn’t that insane?” Unmistakable pride colors Sophie’s response.

“That’s so awesome! Did she miss me at all?” comes over the receiver as Gigi simultaneously begins an onslaught of “who’s that, Mommy, who’s that?”

“Miss you? Are you kidding? Listen to this.” Sophie crouches next to her daughter, holding the phone away from her ear, but nearby so that Emma can hear. “Gigi, your Aunt Emma’s on the phone. She’s coming to live here again soon, isn’t that great?”

The resounding shriek is a good indicator that she agrees. And that Sophie is going to have to bring the neighbors another gift basket so they don’t complain about her to the landlord.

“Can I talk to Aunt Emma, Mommy? Can I, can I, please, please, please?” Tiny, impatient hands grapple for the phone as laughter pours in from the other line.

“Come on, if I let you talk to her now, we’ll be stuck here forever.” A quick glance at the clock reveals that it’s nearing eight o'clock. “Besides, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for bed soon?”

Gigi wrinkles her nose in distaste, and Sophie cuts her off before the complaints can begin. “No arguments, Gigi. Go start your bath – I’ll be there in just a minute.”

She receives a defiant huff; nevertheless, Gigi stomps her way to the bathroom, and Sophie waits for the sound of running water before she returns to the previous conversation.

“So anyway, Eddie tells me you’re holed up in a hotel room until the weekend. I’m guessing that Daniel didn’t take the…the breakup news very well?” she asks, somewhat cautiously. Talking about Emma’s husband – now ex-husband – is a mixed bag, even back when they were dating.

“You could say that,” Emma responds sheepishly. “It wasn’t pretty, let’s leave it at that. I thought it would be best for me to get out of the house right away, give him some time to himself.”

It makes Sophie nervous that she is skirting the question, but then again, Emma’s in a vulnerable position at the moment. And she’s rarely one to talk at length about her own emotions in the first place – she’s much more of a listener.

Sophie would like to ask what she means by “it wasn’t pretty”, but decides against prying. She would also like to ask why she ever married that jackass in the first place, since their relationship had been obviously strained from day one. It was always as if the two of them were tightrope walking over a volcano – bubbling quietly, boiling and threatening to swallow them both whole. The smallest change in the wind, the most harmless comment about Daniel not picking his towel up off the floor could send them tumbling into the inferno. She supposes one of them finally fell.

Something about that man has always creeped her out, but she gave up voicing her discontent with him after about the thirtieth time Emma brushed her off. She won’t say “I told you so”, since she wouldn’t want to belittle whatever pain Emma is going through. Still, she can’t help but feel a little relief – that doesn’t make her a terrible friend, right?

All of this can wait, though. It can wait until they’re seeing each other face-to-face again. Until Sophie isn’t on a strict time limit. She needs to wrap up the current conversation quickly because if she doesn’t, she could possibly be dealing with a flooded bathroom shortly. Five-year-olds do not generally care about the cost of repairing water damage if it seeps into the downstairs neighbor’s ceiling.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, with…you know…everything.”

“Of course!” Emma reassures her. “I’m perfectly fine. Like I said, I’m looking forward to being home. Honestly.”

Sophie is not convinced, and frankly, it sounds like Emma is not either. She wonders if her friend has been checking in on the worsening condition of their hometown from Metropolis. The homeless population is growing by the day, and the working class is becoming more and more restless due to low wages and poor working conditions in the inner city. Rumor has it that sanitation workers are chief among the dissatisfied, and a garbage strike is all but guaranteed by winter.

So much she wants to say. So much she can’t say. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

 _______________________________________________________________

Emma remembers around this time last year taking a trip to Paris, France. She saw the premiere of a musical there called Les Misérables – it was based off of her favorite book by Victor Hugo, so naturally, she begged and begged to go.

And what a payoff! The show was spectacular, from the costumes to the stage design to the music. Oh, the music! Despite being there with her then-husband, she had the most fun she’d had in years, letting the melancholy chords turn her as light as the air and the lyrics carry her far, far away in the wind.

Even more than the music, she was captivated by the plot. She could practically feel the plight of the poverty-stricken citizens. One of the opening scenes depicted the starving masses singing of their grief over the way they were snubbed by the wealthy, left to rot in the streets.

That is the scene Emma finds herself stepping into today. Only this time, she is not a passive observer, watching the events unfold without being affected. From today on, she is one of the characters.

From the moment she arrives in downtown Gotham City by taxi, the tension claws at her with icy hands. It digs into her ribcage with each glare aimed her way, even in the mild September breeze. She knows she sticks out like a preacher at a Pride parade in her obviously expensive skirt and heels. It’s not like she had time to go digging around her closet for something more appropriate that night she left her house.

Handsomely tipping her driver, she climbs out of the car and rushes underneath a set of archways and inside the apartment building where she’ll be living for the foreseeable future. She doesn’t look very closely at it from the outside, so desperate is she to get off the street and away from whatever the hell that smell is.

Emma uses the opportunity to finally look around a bit, taking her surroundings in with narrowed eyes. The lobby is dimly-lit, with no color to it whatsoever. The walls are painted a chipped-up brownish yellow, which could have been white many years ago. It reeks of mold, to the point where the smell outside might be the lesser of the two evils.  

Leaning carefully against the nearest wall, she mutters, “Not that bad, my ass.” From her purse, she retrieves her recently-purchased copy of a new novel titled Jumanji, and she waits.

And waits.

And waits.

And waits.

…

…

…

Emma’s eyes snap open - she hadn’t consciously closed them to begin with. She realizes with embarrassment that she almost fell asleep standing up. God, she’s more exhausted than she thought. How long has she been standing down here anyway?

“I’ll be home from work around four; I just need a little time to tidy up before you head over,” Eddie had said on the phone the night before. “I’ll meet you in the lobby and walk you up at six, okay?”

“That works,” Emma had replied. “As long as you’re actually there at six.”

“Hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve never exactly had a reputation for being punctual.”

“Jesus, Em. You think I’m gonna leave you hanging out down there alone?”

“We’ll see.”

Shutting her book, Emma checks her watch.

Six forty-five. That fucking flake forgot.

She groans, pushing herself languidly off the wall and scanning the room for assistance. No one at the front desk - in fact, there hasn’t been anyone there since she arrived, making her wonder briefly if she’s even in the right building.

Her eyes next land on the myriad of mailboxes against the opposite wall, closed off from the rest of the lobby by rusted wrought-iron bars, most likely to protect the postman. She walks through the open gate tentatively, and upon closer inspection, each mailbox has a sticker labeling the residents by apartment number. Bingo!

It doesn’t take long to find what she’s looking for. On the eighth floor, perfectly spelled out for her, she sees both S. Dumond in 8B and E. Boulanger in 8H. Why not visit the one who didn’t leave her stranded for an hour first? She could always call Eddie on Sophie’s phone anyway - the asshole probably smoked a joint as soon as he got home and passed out on the couch watching Magnum, P.I.

She heads for the elevator and presses the call button. As it whines slowly and almost menacingly down the shaft, she hears someone softly trudging along behind her, the very first sign of another life in here. As she enters the elevator, she politely holds the door open, and makes room for the clown getting on after her.

No, not a silly person. An actual clown. Painted face, red nose, neon green hair and all.

Of all the weird people she might expect to see in a place like this… Not even two hours in Gotham, and the evening is already shaping up to be quite the roller coaster.

Emma can’t help but stare as the doors shut and the clown punches the button for, coincidentally, the eighth floor. She settles into the far corner as she discreetly analyzes him. His posture, his defeated gait, the pitiful expression underneath his painted-on smile… His aura permeates the entire space, seemingly enough to weigh them both down, causing the elevator to drag slowly up the shaft like molasses, screeching all the way.

This is without a doubt the saddest clown Emma has ever seen. And she’s seen Pagliacci.

Around the third floor, there’s one long, particularly loud screech. Emma’s heart leaps to her throat as their ascent suddenly comes to a complete halt, and the lights in the tiny elevator space flicker on and off once. Is a three-story drop enough to kill a person her size? She prays that this isn’t how it ends - in this dingy elevator, terrified, with no one but a fucking clown. A clown who hasn’t moved an inch this entire time.

Thankfully, after a few seconds that seem to drag on for a lifetime, they start to slowly crawl up the shaft once more. Emma breathes an audible sigh of relief, and the clown seems to finally notice her, tossing a quick look of sympathy in her general direction.

Once she’s certain she can speak without her voice quivering, she does so. “Does…that happen often?”

Her voice really gets his attention. He whips his head around so fast she almost worries his little hat will come flying off like a frisbee. He blinks at her once, then twice, as if processing the fact that she is addressing him. For a split second, it looks like he’s going to say something.

Then, remembering himself, he simply shrugs bashfully. Emma lets out a breath she doesn’t realize she’s been holding.

She notices the decorative red flower adorning his lapel, one of those prop flowers that’s actually a tiny water gun. Smiling in a way that she hopes is charming instead of ill-at-ease, she points to it. “I, uh…I like your flower. It’s very pretty.”

The clown tilts his head curiously. After a beat, he wordlessly reaches up and into his bright plaid coat, holding said flower slightly out toward her. Offering for her to come closer, to lean in and smell it.

Emboldened, she grins, shaking her head at him. “No way, mister. I know how that trick ends.” She’s kidding around with him, but she really can’t afford to get her clothes wet right now; she only has the ones on her back, after all.

Still, his lips at last curl upward, a real smile that reaches the lights of his eyes. And it’s then that Emma can see the color in them, an enchanting seafoam green that inexplicably draws her in, pulling her away from the corner and toward his side. He watches her carefully and intensely with an expression she can’t quite read. When he turns to face the doors once more, it’s not without keeping her settled in his periphery.

Most people would probably be a bit nervous being…examined so thoroughly. However, Emma finds his mannerisms endearing in an odd way. She’s never cared much for clowns before, but this one doesn’t seem so bad.

They ride in comfortable silence for another few moments. When they reach their destination, Emma is the first to exit.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely taking the stairs from now on,” she says.

The clown nods in response as he exits behind her, giant red and blue shoes flopping comically over the threshold.

The hallway is a bit noisy, voices of the residents drifting through the paper-thin walls like a mist, creating a fine haze over everything. The walls are just a touch too close together, making Emma claustrophobic and urging her to get to 8B as quickly as possible.

Not wanting to come off as rude, she introduces herself. “I’m new to the building, by the way - my name’s Emma. It’s a pleasure.” She extends a hand to shake.

The clown does return the gesture, but not before staring her hand down for an abnormally long period of time. And his grip through the rough material of his gloves is so soft and careful, it’s as if it’s barely there.

She’d honestly like to chat with this fascinating new neighbor of hers a bit longer, but instead, she pulls her hand away, settling for a polite nod and a cheerful “good night”.

She does not look back to see that the clown’s unwavering gaze follows her all the way down the hall.

[blind3dbylight]

Adventures in pest control: FINAL BATTLE

This time, I tell my horror stories about the worst little blood-feeders I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with: bed bugs. These little fuckers have given me numerous headaches in the three years I’ve worked in pest control, and I’ve killed thousands of the wretched little things. If they get good and dug in, they will get into fucking anything--wood, electronics, you own it, they’ll get into it, and it can take months before they are finally put down for good. They are some of the most elusive insects in this business and I hate them with nearly every fiber of my being.

So here’s some stories. Sleep tight!

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND ONE

This was roughly 2.5 years ago, shortly after I got hired on full time.

It’s a six-unit apartment building. First apartment I walked into already nearly floored me--there were already thousands of dead bugs scattered everywhere. Sinks, bathtub, floors, I mean fucking everywhere from when we did the initial setup. I thankfully didn’t find any live ones, but goddamn--what happened here?

I only went back once after that, but the landlord was kind of a dick and was super picky about everything.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND TWO

This was around a year or two ago. I’d run that route for about a year before transferring to my current branch.

This is a set of buildings owned by one guy. Remember that town I said I wanted to forget? These fucking buildings are why. Half the time it wasn’t the landlord, it was the tenants being uncooperative. They never prepped properly and so there was always only so much I could do--and we were going back to every one of the buildings constantly. I wasted a lot of time trying to get the tenants to lift a goddamn finger without being a dick about it, and they always ended up with more bugs.

One building in particular took the cake. It was a nine or so unit building, and this one apartment had the little fuckers all the way up to the false ceiling. There were fecal spots all in the slats of the wall paneling, cast skins everywhere (bed bugs will molt as they grow through their nymphal stages), and everywhere I looked I seemed to just find more of the fuckers. I ended up going absolutely nuts with liquid crack-and-crevice, and blasting them with aerosol on sight. I almost single-handedly got them under control, though my former SM did go along with me occasionally to lend a hand.

But this wasn’t even the worst of it.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND THREE

This was a year and a half ago.

It’s another apartment building, kind of tucked out of the way near a school and some other small businesses. This is another case of “...something terrible has happened here”.

The tenant was apparently a bit troubled as it was, but when I got in, it was like a fucking bed bug death bomb had gone off. There were, again, thousands of dead bugs and cast skins littered everywhere--primarily under the bed, which had so much fecal spotting on it it was like large stains on the damn bed. All I could think was “how much fucking material did we basically dump into this place???” As with round one, I didn’t find anything live there and it was the result of the initial round of treatments, but goddamn.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND FOUR A CHALLENGER APPEARS !!

This was somewhat recent, within the past year: and it involves TWO different species.

It’s a large apartment building, middle of the town it was in. I was to go to the top floor left, where I was warned by the property manager that the tenant was a little old lady who wasn’t really all there.

Walking in, the first thing I noticed were our old pals, German roaches, in the kitchen. She didn’t really clean well, so not surprising that they were thriving in there.

That wasn’t the worst part. This woman’s bed was not only loaded with bed bugs--it had the fucking roaches living in it too. Bed bugs and roaches all living in the fucking bed at once. It’s one of the few times I’ve ever wanted so badly to loudly exclaim, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST”.

A quick roach lesson. Many species of cockroach, German roaches included, will actually prey on bed bugs occasionally. So what was likely going on here is that the bed bugs would feed on the tenant in her sleep--and then the roaches would feast on the bed bugs. Turtles all the way down.

She also got them spread to other units because she wouldn’t properly bag up her clothes and linens--I found the fuckers in the hallways because of this. Bed bugs won’t go too far away from where they feed on you, so I knew her dragging stuff around and not bagging things up right were why they were there.

Needless to say, this apartment building was quite a battle. But we got them under control eventually.

The property manager turned out to be one cool lady around my age and we’re still friends to this day. Almost dated her, actually.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: ROUND FIVE

This ran for a solid year and lasted until one final throwdown a year ago, prior to my transfer to my current branch.

This was a three-story apartment building that had been dealing with bed bugs in all three units. The top and bottom floors weren’t nearly as bad as the middle, which had a moderate level of activity.

That wasn’t the problem, though. The problem was that nobody could figure out where the hell they were travelling through or how they just kept coming back time and again.

This account was one of the most difficult I have ever been to, because I had to go back weekly just to be able to keep up with the fucking things. The upper tenants were also always loud and rude about it, though they would calm down when things were quiet.

But the bed bugs were persistent little fuckers and they’d just start showing up coming out of any stupid little crevice around the kitchen and bathroom areas in this and the bottom floor. The second floor would have em in their furniture because they either weren’t keeping an eye on them or since they didn’t have bed frames. They were lazy with prep too.

This went on for months, and I often had to go quite a bit out of my way to accommodate it, sometimes driving an hour from the main town I was in (the shithole I hated so much) to go do this one account, then an hour back to go try to finish up. I was miserable just from this one fucking account.

Eventually, our technical manager (and all around sharp motherfucker--nothing, and I do mean nothing, gets past this guy) took notice. I learned from reading the notes on the account one day that he saw my SM and I were on top of it, but that we’d been doing this for quite a while and still couldn’t get them out. He offered to send another guy from technical to help us get a third set of eyes on the issue and try to get more insight as to how the fuckers were still there.

And it was a fucking throwdown. Myself, my SM, the residential SM, and the technical guy all showed up, ready to fucking throw pest control hands with these little cocksuckers. We finally were able to remove a wall panel that led into the plumbing of the bathrooms--which I should mention connected all three units.

The little fuckers had been hiding in there the whole time, and had overwintered there. As it was newly spring at that time, they were out and moving again. We slammed them with everything we had in one big three-hour slugfest. Liquid, dust, aerosol, nothing was sacred at that point.

It paid off. After I transferred, I was later told by the guy who now services that account that our throwdown was the turning point. Activity had dropped severely after that until finally, they were gone. That account was the one that truly taught my just how tenacious bed bugs are.

But we have one more fight in store.

Light vs. Bed Bugs: A FINALE CHAOTIC

This one is quite recent--and a bit personal. Yes, the pest control guy got bed bugs in his own home. You can understand why this would strike a nerve.

When I moved into my current place, not a couple weeks in, my roommates and I noticed we were finding ourselves insect bitten. I immediately knew to start searching for the wee blood suckers, and sure enough, I found em. One of my roommates caught a sample of them and that’s how I knew something was fucked up. I’m still thinking they were here before we moved in, and the previous tenants had them and just never told my landlord about them. That happens quite frequently--people get afraid they’ll get evicted or something for it, when all they had to do was tell the landlord they needed to have things treated.

A bed bug lesson. If bed bugs are present, but there is nothing for them to feed on, they will enter a dormant state where they don’t really move, but are still alive in a low-energy state. They can stay like this for up to a year or until something starts residing where they are.

Well, we were that something. They had to have been bad here, because I was finding them already getting into everything. I’d find them on my desk, and even once in my tablet case. Strangely, they never got into my laptop, and considering I had my laptop all taken apart just earlier tonight, I would have found them if they did.

Anyway, we decided let’s just keep our cool and let the landlord know. He had either another company or an in-house treatment done two months in a row, in June and July.

It wasn’t enough. We were still finding them, and since whoever did the treatments hadn’t been doing bi-weekly follow ups (as my company would have done), I was doing it myself with liquid crack-and-crevice.

It was still not enough--my roommates haven’t complained, but I was still seeing them periodically. The little fuckers had to have been dug in good, because I regularly found them in several cracks in the floorboards--not surprising, as this is an older building.

I decided to take matters into my own hands and do things the way I damn well KNOW THEY OUGHT TO BE DONE. I put Arya and her food/water/litter out of the room, shut the door, and went to fucking town. I mean every single stupid little crack and crevice got fucking flooded with material. I watch several bugs writhe and die in the shit. I blasted them with aerosol on fucking sight. I was going to show these six-legged dickheads that I was not to be fucked with. I found I was able, by the product labels, to use the trick of tank-mixing traditional insecticide concentrate with the IGR from before, giving me more of an edge in getting ahead of their ability to breed. Eventually I started seeing almost no nymphs and all adults. Suffer not a bed bug to live.

I am 99.9% sure they’re gone now, but I’ve been doing weekly liquid runs in here until I can be 110% sure that they are fucking gone forever. And they WILL stay the fuck out, or be annihilated.

You blood sucking bastards fucked with the wrong dude.

[dawsonscreekwasalwaysbad]

some lin-manuel miranda rhymes that I can’t believe exist

break of day/chase away

dawn, sing/awning/morning

exaggerated/exacerbated/complicated/emigrated

beyond that/passed on/gone back/get on that

escalator/test ya later

Rosario/barrio

cousin/runnin’/dime-a-dozen

Cole Porter/cold waters

practice at it/mathematics

stressed/yes/press/mess/checks/next

earner/learner/burner

statement/payment/pay rent

wide awake/highest place/fire escape

scholarship/dollar/college

GWB/gee nina, what’ll you be?

eyes on/horizon

Benny, hey/any sign/anyway/anytime

check it/rubber neckin’/a hundred ninety second/double decker/bus wreck

honey/money/one day

businessman/richer than

spending spree/entrance fee/friends with me

braggadocio/pinocchio/rodeo/tokyo

ready/heavy/already sweaty

answer/pants up

ass/axis/knapsack/jack/taxes

neck/respect/paycheck

hypotheticals/set of goals

pursue em/doin/ruin/brewin’/few on/room with a view/room with you in it

business/Christmas/Hiznits

thousand/housin/browsin

escalatin’/penetratin’/corporations/demonstratin’/immigration/hatin’/nation/latent/blatant

jokin’/broke then

snide/hide/inside

perceive it/believe that

silent type/island type/wild all night

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The Buildium Blog: Editorial Guidelines for Contributors & Frequently Asked Questions

Hi there! I'm Robin Burinskiy, and I manage the Buildium and All Property Management blogs. If you're interested in writing for our blogs, you're in the right place! Here's everything you need to know.

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What Does Buildium Do?

Buildium's software and the Buildium blog aim to make property managers' lives a little bit easier. They wear a lot of different hats, so it's hard to have the time and expertise that they need to do it all-from dealing with maintenance emergencies, to finding great tenants, to turning a profit on the properties they manage. No matter the topic, our aim is to provide actionable advice to help them to be more effective within their jobs-whether we're explaining how to winterize their properties, or how big-picture trends in the real estate market impact their day-to-day work.

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Who Reads the Buildium Blog?

Our audience is professional property managers-some of whom run just a few single- or multi-family homes, while others run massive high-rise apartment buildings. They're small business owners who are concerned with growth, efficiency, competitive differentiation, and relationships with their tenants and property owner clients.

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Which Topics Does the Buildium Blog Cover?

Posts tend to fall into 5 broad categories:

Actionable how-to guides:

Understanding real estate appraisals-and how you can influence them

10 key performance metrics every property manager should track

Real estate market updates:

The 2017 housing market: Our top 6 predictions

Homeownership rate hits record low

Property management industry news:

New marijuana laws create hazy situation for landlords & property managers

Screening tenants just got more complicated-here's what you need to know

In-depth research pieces:

The definitive guide to mobile home parks: Why investors want them & low-wage workers need them

Cybersecurity 101: What property managers & landlords need to know

DIY tips, apartment trends & landscaping ideas:

Popular landscaping trends of summer 2017: Our predictions

6 small apartment amenities to attract new renters

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The Writing, Editing & Posting Process

Posting Frequency

You can write for us as often as you have time, from as seldom as once a month to as often as once a week.

I also manage the All Property Management blog, which you can learn more about here. You can focus on writing for one blog in particular, or alternate between the two depending on the topic. I'll help you choose which blog a particular idea is best for.

Choosing Topics

Use the search box on the blog to see if we've written about a particular topic already. Your post should fill a gap in our content, or present a unique angle on a topic that we've already covered.

Monthly themes: We're currently experimenting with writing to a few loose themes each month based on the topics that seem most relevant for our readers. For example, March 2018's theme is “Search marketing for property managers,” and the changing of the seasons is also top-of-mind. Some sample articles that have been pitched for March include: “How to use search marketing to stand out,” “Tools for managing your online reputation,” and “How to make sure your HVAC system is running efficiently this spring.”

Industry news: In addition, we're always looking to slot in relevant industry news stories that our readers would be interested in.

Compensation

I like to start by having you write one “test” article so we can both try things on for size and see if we want to continue working together. After that, our standard rate is $100 per article. For pieces that require more than a standard amount of research, this rate has a little wiggle room; we can decide the rate for those special cases on an individual basis.

Pitching Ideas

The first step is to send me several pitches for articles you'd like to write that fit with the month's themes. I'll select my favorite story ideas, give you any feedback that I might have on them, slot them into the editorial calendar for either blog, and send you on your way to start writing.

You should also let me know how many articles you'd like to write each month, and by which approximate dates you think they'll be ready. Be specific whenever possible; but if we're working several months out, just give me your best estimate (e.g. “late March” or “the first half of April”).

Submitting the Post

File Type & Contact Info: You can email the post to me at robin.burinskiy@buildium.com as a Word file or Google doc.

Author Bios: If it's your first time writing for us, please include a headshot and short bio, which will appear at the bottom of your post. You can also include a link to your website, LinkedIn, or Twitter account.

Deadlines:

Posts for the Buildium blog are due one week before the launch date (e.g. if the post is going live on Tuesday, 1/23, it should be in my inbox by the end of the day on Tuesday, 1/16).

During holiday weeks, I adjust these deadlines by a day or two to accommodate days off. You can find all specific deadlines for each post in the Buildium Editorial Calendar. (Email me for a link to the calendar.)

These deadlines are the latest possible time by which you should send me the post; sending it earlier is always appreciated!

Extenuating circumstances: If you're going to miss a deadline, please let me know as far in advance as possible. I'm very understanding and can generally move deadlines around to accommodate anything that comes up in your life-but if you don't let me know what's going on in advance, or if you consistently let deadlines drift by without explanation, I can't help but assume the worst.

Timelines: Once you submit a post, the length of time before it goes live can vary. This depends on how full the editorial calendar is in a given month, and how time-sensitive the content is. You can refer to the Buildium Editorial Calendar for relatively up-to-date information on when a post will go live. (Email me for a link to the calendar.)

Editing the Post

Once you send a post to me, your work is generally done! I make minor edits to the copy, formatting, and SEO, then upload the post to WordPress.

To cut down on the amount of edits I'll need to make (and make me like you even more), here are some tips:

Proofreading: This should go without saying, but please proofread your posts before you send them to me! I go through posts with a fine-tooth comb; but the less time that I have to spend on your posts, the happier I'll be-and the more writing opportunities you're likely to get from us in the future.

Length: I don't set strict minimum or maximum word counts. What you should always keep in mind is that our readers are busy people who are often reading articles on the fly. They're often skimming a post that they saw on social media while they wait for a contractor to show up, or quickly scanning search results to figure out how to resolve issues as they arise. Use as few or as many words as it takes to answer a question-not so few as to leave out pertinent information, but not so many as to bore or frustrate our busy readers. For topics that require extensive, exhaustive explanations, I'll often split the content across several serial posts.

Tone: The primary purposes of our content are to make property managers' lives easier, and to let them know that we understand them. As such:

Our tone should be empathetic and down-to-earth.

Posts should be both interesting to experts, and easy for a layperson to understand.

We give helpful tips and expert advice, not condescending commands.

The words that we choose should be practical and precise, not pretentious or flowery.

Humor can be used periodically to communicate that we understand the struggles they face every day, but it shouldn't be harsh or cynical.

First-person perspectives should only be used if you have relevant personal experience in the industry-and even then, personal stories should be rare, so that our content seems as objective as possible.

We try to steer clear of politics with the understanding that our readers fall on all sides of the spectrum. When we do cover political topics-for example, the impact of tax policy on the housing market-we aim to do so in an objective, unbiased way. Keep in mind that our goal is not to cover current events-it's to explain how these goings-on impact property managers.

Format:

Short paragraphs and bulleted lists with plenty of headings are a great way to make posts easier to digest. “Listicles” are always welcome.

Sections should be separated by a center-justified em dash (-).

Headings: Our readers are often skimming posts for pertinent information on the go rather than poring over in-depth articles at their desk, so the more easily digestible the post is, the better. Use text sizes or H1/H2/H3/H4 notes to denote headings and sub-headings for every section. Headings should be center-justified. Here are a few examples of articles with good use of headings:

The definitive guide to mobile home parks: Why investors want them & low-wage workers need them

Understanding tenant estoppel certificates in residential real estate: Frequently asked questions

Remodeling projects with the greatest return on investment for your rental properties

SEO: You are more than welcome to do keyword research and optimize your posts on your own-in fact, I might even cry tears of joy if you do. Feel free to email me with any questions on SEO keywords for a particular topic, and I can help you to figure out what works best for our audience.

Punctuation: We use the em dash (-) and the Oxford comma (1, 2, and 3).

Titles: Catchy titles are nearly as important as the content itself! A good title accurately summarizes the post in an enticing, concise way (bonus points if it's clever, too!). Feel free to send me a few title options if you can't pick just one. Things that work well: Numbers, questions, “how to.” Here are some examples of good titles:

5 tricks for opening up small spaces-without knocking down walls

New marijuana laws create hazy situation for landlords & property managers

Could “granny units” be a solution to California's housing crisis?

Turnkey rental properties: A wise investment or a cleverly marketed gimmick?

Capitalization: Only the first word of the title (and any proper nouns) are capitalized

“10 key performance metrics every property manager should track.”

Links:

Outbound links: All outbound links should be to reputable sources. (e.g. Inman and Forbes, not Wikipedia or personal blogs.)

In-text links: Use in-text links for all statistics and assertions.

Example: “In 2016, the national median rent for a one-bedroom apartment was $1234.”)

Inbound links: You will get major bonus points if you link to Buildium or All Property Management blog posts in your articles! Try doing a quick search on each blog to find relevant posts.

Tweets:

I use the Click to Tweet plugin to add at least one or two tweets to every post. Feel free to write your own and include them with your post. They should be less than 160 characters, including the tag #BuildiumBlog and the username @Buildium so we can track how many tweets we get.

Example: “6 in 10 small companies shut down within 6 months of a cyberattack. Find out more on the #BuildiumBlog! @Buildium”

Calls to Action:

Blog posts should end with a call to action for readers to sound off on the topic in the comment section.

Last, include this at the end of the post to encourage people to subscribe to the blog: “P.S. Be sure to subscribe to the Buildium blog to stay up-to-date on industry news and the issues you care about. Click here to sign up now!”

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Any questions?

Buildium blog contributors are always welcome to email me at robin.burinskiy@buildium.com.

The post The Buildium Blog: Editorial Guidelines for Contributors & Frequently Asked Questions appeared first on Buildium.

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House Prices Post Brexit

Where will UK house prices in the post Brexit world be headed? House Prices Post-Brexit Well, we don’t know for sure yet because we don’t know what kind of Brexit we will get, or even if we will get one anyway, (the UK could delay the fateful day or even change its mind). Of course, all the uncertainty is making business and consumers delay decisions on things. It will all work out in the end but whichever way you look at it, Brexit is a big change to the economic landscape. Back in 2015 I wrote a piece where I looked at house prices in the UK and whether they were too high or too low and where they might be headed. In fact, I have written several pieces like this from time to time. When I wrote the 2015 piece, (see link at the very end of this blog), I still never really envisaged that the UK would leave the European Union, so things have changed and my conclusions are worth revisiting in the light of the decision to leave. Back then, I was concerned that house prices looked “toppy” in places like London and I also mused on the potential for endemic deflation to set in for the long term, which I suggested would eventually have a big impact on house prices too. (Ultimately, in the medium to long run, consumer price inflation eventually feeds into asset inflation – things like house prices and share prices – or at least it does in the absence of other big factors, such as huge moves in in the cost of borrowing and saving money (interest rates)). So what’s changed then? Brexit and The Migrants Since I wrote my 2015 piece, Brexit has made the UK a far less attractive place for migrants to come to work in. Many migrant workers already here and those considering coming here will regularly translate what they can make and save here in pounds back into Zlotys or Czech Crowns or whatever and conclude that the UK is not so great any more. The devalued exchange rate for the UK pound against other currencies as a result of Brexit has seen to that. Some may also worry about whether they will be able to actually stay in the future (though I think this is less of a concern right now). Plus, the economies of Poland and many other parts of Europe are now growing at a faster pace than the UK and have been so for at least nine months. There are suddenly more jobs and more opportunities back home as the EU area finally seems to be coming out of the slow lane. Oh, and don’t think that the healthcare and schools in places like Central and Eastern Europe are worse than the UK, which must be why the migrants like it so much here. If you think that, you really need to get out and travel more. Most of my EU migrant tenants are not overly impressed with our schools or our NHS. Sorry if that’s news to people. So, why does this matter? Well, population pressures from migration has been a huge factor in house price (and to a lesser extent) rental price inflation. Take it away and you take away a big support for house prices. The Great House Price Collapse 1989-1995 In my 2015 article I reminded people how house prices fell in most of the UK by 30 to 35% in real terms from 1989 to 1995, an event which caused people real misery as the value of their homes plummeted to well below the value of their mortgages, leaving them paying interest on a loan that was more than the value of their home. Ouch!  House prices  did not pick up again until late in 1996, and even then it took a while for the rises to filter outside the south east. It can be so easy to forget this recent history in those areas of the UK, (especially London and the South East), which have seen more or less steady and sustained rises in house prices ever since 1996-7 But here is another thing to mull over. In the period from 1989 to 1995, the population of the UK stagnated or fell. This is a fact which is often overlooked, because most people just ascribe the falls in house prices then, to the shock of fast rising interest rates in 1989 and the withdrawal of double MIRAS (mortgage interest relief at source). They overlook the demographic impact of the population fall on house prices at that time. In this Brexit world, we must be alert to the possibility that if there is a big exit of migrants, house prices will certainly be affected adversely. And so will rents. On a very slightly more positive note, there are some factors working the other way as a result of Brexit. One is that foreign cash investment in the UK property market, especially from the likes of China and Singapore has increased even more as a result of the cheaper pound. But, as we have often said, too much of this money ends up in “me-too flats” which are already oversupplied, even in London. So, the impact on house prices of this particular extra stock could be limited in the longer term and it could possibly even be negative.  (Too much supply chasing too few tenants). The Asian investors are more likely to lose money over ten years than make much, bless ’em! The other factors in my 2015 piece have not changed much, though the risk of some inflation in the UK in the short to medium term is higher than it was in 2015. This could lead the government to increase interest rates, though only if the economy could stand it. However, I don’t think this is the case right now, given the very tight squeeze consumers are still under. So, actually in conclusion, I think that the outlook for house prices and rents is probably worse than it was in 2015. But, again so what? Should you not buy UK property? Opportunities in UK Property Right Now Always remember, not everywhere in the UK do house prices and rents move in the same way. Opportunities abound. And they abound most when all around is doom and gloom. The trick as a property investing landlord who is interested in holding property for the long term is to buy into the right area and the right type of property that will do well, even if the worst predictions about the economy come true. And also, those people who manage their property letting businesses well, keeping costs down, will always fare well too. Makes sure you are one of them. This is how we help people at LettingFocus in our one to one advice sessions.  WE show them where and what to buy and how to manage their lets effectively. Deflation, House Prices and Population ABOUT LETTINGFOCUS Services for Private Landlords We help landlords and property investors by showing them how to make money in the private rented sector using ways which are fair to tenants and which involve minimal risk. Our advice is completely independent. We take don’t commission payments or fees from anyone, ever. 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