Ouch.. Maybe it’s time for a change…
It’s strange you know, the more I read your comic, the more I relate to Randie.. I live in a dump, I work in an art store… I don’t have a writer best friend though, but I would give my right arm for a Ryan…
Val… You so need a Ryan! Do you have a Spill or Enid? Does your dump have spiders and plumbing problems? (My condolences either way! … And hugs!) Art supply stores are fun though, right? Can I ask the name of the store? Is it a chain?
During my last job, the place where I lived had orange toadstools growing out of the bathroom floor. I live in a much nicer place now, but I’m also unemployed. Ah, well! If life was perfect, we’d have no need for Heaven.
My place has spiders and geckos; they’re the reason I don’t have roaches. But I recently had to explain to the geckos why I switched back to State Farm.
No spider, thanks the Muse, the cats are eating them. But the wall are dark with humidity and the landlady just paste some bricks on top of the peeling paint to hide most of the damage. My Enid is living in Paris and my Spill in Nantes, so it ‘s a bit hard to see them. But the shop is really great! It’s part of the chain Gerstaecker/ Géant des Beaux Arts, but I think they only exist in Germany, Swiss, France and UK…
For a long time I went with local landlords – some good, some bad.
The last independent landlord that I had was a married couple – and they were excellent!
Until they broke up and started getting divorced.
Everything slid downhill – up to and including the landlord saying that a water heater had been repaired, the plumber had told him there was no problem.
And I found the note from the plumber still on the water heater, saying that the whole thing needed to be replaced, that the liner was cracked, and that a slow leak was putting out the ring.
The landlord had lied through his teeth.
Now I rent through a large soulless corporation, and have to put up with:
People that actually answer the phone.
Service people that actually repair what they are sent in to fix.
An actual honest to gods record that the rent has been paid. (I had one landlord that I had to keep showing the cancelled cheques to – she never bothered writing down that she had gotten the money.)
A place to drop off recyclables.
I am very sorry to say that in this case it is Soulless Corporation For The Win! (And does that not gall my liberal soul?)
The one downside is that there is a service fee if they have to mow the lawn. (They have had to do so only once….)
Dada… I should SO do haunted house for Halloween! Yes… I do believe in spooks I do I do I do…
Yat… Geckos would be great! A pet that kills the yucky insects! Smart! and colorful!
Val… I am glad you are spider-less. Shuddering… I hate them! YOUR Spill lives in Nantes! That is so cool! I want to live in Nantes! …or Angouleme… okay or Paris. Ya, know, Aix-en-Provence is pretty alright… AHEM… anyhow… I know this art store! Well, I mean I looked them up right before I went to France this summer. I think there is one in Nantes! Smiles!
Great Lying Landlords, Grump! That sounds like a poopy situation. I was living a sweet place in Pacific Grove, a couple owned it… they lived in Colorado or something… the place was fine, until the roof started leaking… then it was a nightmare! The rainy season was starting and the landlords were telling us to wait and they’d fix it later… Um, nope… we had a roofing place tarp the roof… and sent the bill to the landlords who wouldn’t pay it… and so we took it off the rent… that made them mad. Well… long story short, I based Randie’s first landlord on this situation. (the house fire house landlord)…. Art imitating life… oh, and by the way, don’t piss off a cartoonist… you’ll wind up in her strip!
Ouch.. Maybe it’s time for a change…
It’s strange you know, the more I read your comic, the more I relate to Randie.. I live in a dump, I work in an art store… I don’t have a writer best friend though, but I would give my right arm for a Ryan…
Val… You so need a Ryan! Do you have a Spill or Enid? Does your dump have spiders and plumbing problems? (My condolences either way! … And hugs!) Art supply stores are fun though, right? Can I ask the name of the store? Is it a chain?
During my last job, the place where I lived had orange toadstools growing out of the bathroom floor. I live in a much nicer place now, but I’m also unemployed. Ah, well! If life was perfect, we’d have no need for Heaven.
The first panel almost had me thinking there was going to be a Squid Row ‘haunted house’ story.
My place has spiders and geckos; they’re the reason I don’t have roaches. But I recently had to explain to the geckos why I switched back to State Farm.
No spider, thanks the Muse, the cats are eating them. But the wall are dark with humidity and the landlady just paste some bricks on top of the peeling paint to hide most of the damage. My Enid is living in Paris and my Spill in Nantes, so it ‘s a bit hard to see them. But the shop is really great! It’s part of the chain Gerstaecker/ Géant des Beaux Arts, but I think they only exist in Germany, Swiss, France and UK…
For a long time I went with local landlords – some good, some bad.
The last independent landlord that I had was a married couple – and they were excellent!
Until they broke up and started getting divorced.
Everything slid downhill – up to and including the landlord saying that a water heater had been repaired, the plumber had told him there was no problem.
And I found the note from the plumber still on the water heater, saying that the whole thing needed to be replaced, that the liner was cracked, and that a slow leak was putting out the ring.
The landlord had lied through his teeth.
Now I rent through a large soulless corporation, and have to put up with:
People that actually answer the phone.
Service people that actually repair what they are sent in to fix.
An actual honest to gods record that the rent has been paid. (I had one landlord that I had to keep showing the cancelled cheques to – she never bothered writing down that she had gotten the money.)
A place to drop off recyclables.
I am very sorry to say that in this case it is Soulless Corporation For The Win! (And does that not gall my liberal soul?)
The one downside is that there is a service fee if they have to mow the lawn. (They have had to do so only once….)
The Auld Grump
Toadstools? Wow… Rat… that’s pretty bad.
Dada… I should SO do haunted house for Halloween! Yes… I do believe in spooks I do I do I do…
Yat… Geckos would be great! A pet that kills the yucky insects! Smart! and colorful!
Val… I am glad you are spider-less. Shuddering… I hate them! YOUR Spill lives in Nantes! That is so cool! I want to live in Nantes! …or Angouleme… okay or Paris. Ya, know, Aix-en-Provence is pretty alright… AHEM… anyhow… I know this art store! Well, I mean I looked them up right before I went to France this summer. I think there is one in Nantes! Smiles!
Great Lying Landlords, Grump! That sounds like a poopy situation. I was living a sweet place in Pacific Grove, a couple owned it… they lived in Colorado or something… the place was fine, until the roof started leaking… then it was a nightmare! The rainy season was starting and the landlords were telling us to wait and they’d fix it later… Um, nope… we had a roofing place tarp the roof… and sent the bill to the landlords who wouldn’t pay it… and so we took it off the rent… that made them mad. Well… long story short, I based Randie’s first landlord on this situation. (the house fire house landlord)…. Art imitating life… oh, and by the way, don’t piss off a cartoonist… you’ll wind up in her strip!