Landlords Like This Really Burn Us Up
When I am in college, I eventually move from the dorms to my own apartment. About six months into the year, the fire alarm over the wall AC unit starts chirping. (I have two fire alarms: one in the kitchen and one in the bedroom over the wall AC unit.)
I email the landlord. He says to replace the batteries, so I do.
It keeps chirping. I email the landlord again.
Me: “I’ve replaced the batteries, but it’s still chirping. Can I get maintenance over here?”
He doesn’t reply, initially, and I wind up sleeping in the IMU (The Iowa Memorial Union) because the chirping is too loud for me to sleep through.
The next day, the landlord replies:
Landlord: “I’m not your dad. Figure it out yourself.”
I shrug and take the batteries out entirely. It continues to chirp. I go online and look for solutions. The recommended solution is to replace the fire alarm.
I go to the hardware store, pick out a fire alarm, and take the current one off of the wall. It’s wired into the electrical system. I’m not an electrician, and that’s a bridge too far for me.
I email the landlord with my findings and request a maintenance person to fix the fire alarm.
Landlord: “Just take the batteries out.”
Me: “No, I already tried that, and it didn’t work.”
Landlord: “Leave it. I’ll deal with it during break.”
Me: “That’s months away, and I literally cannot sleep in the room with it.”
Landlord: “Just solve it yourself. I don’t care how.”
So, I called the fire marshall. They sent someone over to do an inspection and said that it was, indeed, not livable and that the fire alarm unit was expired. I also showed them my email chain.
A couple of days later, a maintenance guy came by and replaced the fire alarm.
The landlord was all, “You didn’t have to get the fire marshall involved,” and, “Just so you know, I’m going to take your deposit for this,” and, “Couldn’t we have worked this out like adults?”
We did work it out like adults. And part of working it out like adults is going to the authorities when necessary.