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, , , | Working | May 6, 2022

I am from an EU country and recently moved to the UK to work in a highly specialized job in the civil service. After living with a friend for a few months, I finally decide to get my own place and get in touch with a few local rental agencies. Some blow me off as soon as they realize I’m not British, but I manage to secure a cute terraced house just for myself.

The landlady is a woman who manages the house for her son who is living in Australia, and she informs me that she only uses the agency to find new tenants; all day-to-day stuff is handled by her. Shortly after I move in and pay the deposit and first month’s rent, I receive a call from a woman at the rental agency with a hostile attitude from the start.

Rental Agent: “It’s your first month and you’re already behind on your rent! If you don’t pay today, we will terminate your contract!”

Me: “Of course, I paid my rent, along with the deposit. Perhaps there is some confusion. I pay directly to the landlady, not to the agency.”

Rental Agent: “This is not true! By god, it’s always the same with you lot. You are just so stupid! You pay the rent to us!”

Me: “Can you please check what is written in my contract? Because you are definitely wrong.”

Rental Agent: “Okay, I will check it. But if you lied, you will be out on the street by the end of the week!”

Of course, I never heard back, because I did everything right. My landlady later came by with some flowers to welcome me to my new home. When I related the call to her, she got very angry and put in a call to the agency, saying that they were not allowed to treat her tenants like that.

I spent a lovely three years in that house until I decided to take a new position in a different European country after the Brexit referendum.

Putting The “Mental” In “Rental”

, , , , , , | Legal | April 14, 2022

I’d been renting my flat for six years when this happened. I’d been stung by s***ty landlords in the past, so I was relieved to find that my current landlord was a stand-up guy. Because my landlord travelled a lot for business, he used a property management service to ensure stuff got done.

The letting agent he had been using for years shut down because the guy running it retired, so my landlord found another company. As part of taking over, an agent from the new company came to do an inspection. No biggie. I kept the house in tip-top condition, and I’d never had any issues before. 

The agent looked around and saw that my furniture was a little battered. Most of it was bought secondhand, and I’d had it for years, so naturally, there was wear and tear. 

The agent started listing the damage to the furniture. I thought that was odd.

Me: “Yeah, it’s not in the best condition, but it’s my furniture, so it’s not a problem.”

Agent: “You’re going to have to pay to replace it all.”

Me: “Why? It’s my furniture. The place was rented unfurnished. This is all my stuff. It doesn’t belong to the landlord.”

Agent: *Smiling smugly* “The moment you bring anything into the property, it becomes property of the landlord.”

Me: “That’s not how that works.”

The agent huffed and continued nitpicking everything he could before leaving. 

A few days later, I got a letter stating that they were going to take my entire deposit to pay for the damage to the furniture. My furniture.

As I said before, I had been royally screwed over in the past by scummy landlords, so I knew my rights as a tenant and where to look in my tenancy agreement, etc. I researched this, and naturally, none of what the agent was trying to do was remotely legal.

I sent them a letter, highlighting the relevant parts of the tenancy agreement and the law, including that my deposit was protected so they couldn’t touch it until I moved out. They then tried sending me a bill and threatened legal action if I didn’t pay, but again, I reiterated that this wasn’t legal and cited the relevant laws and regulations.

The agent was obviously determined to get at my deposit and so kept coming at me with a bunch of bogus claims to extort money from me.

  1. They claimed that they had evidence that I had a dog which my tenancy forbade. For one, my tenancy does not forbid them; I just have to ask my landlord’s permission before getting any pets. Also, I do not have a dog as I have allergies.
  2. They claimed that I was illegally sub-letting. I wasn’t.
  3. They tried to get me to pay for a fence that had been blown down during storm winds — claiming that had I ripped this fence out of the ground maliciously — a fence that the building freeholder was actually responsible for, not my landlord. So, even if I had damaged the fence, the letting agent wouldn’t be who I paid to fix the damage.
  4. They claimed that I had let the flat become mould damaged. Again, not true.

It went on and on with him trying to make bogus claims. Each time, I demanded to speak to the landlord, but the agent refused to give me any of his details, claiming the landlord knew about this and was sick of me “abusing his property.”

He’d try to bully me with threats of eviction for non-compliance, and I’d just hit him with the laws that said he couldn’t do that. I thought he would eventually get bored and stop when he saw I wouldn’t cave in. He didn’t. After months of constant harassment, constant fighting, and documenting everything — including taking photos of the state of my flat every single day out of paranoia — I was burnt out. Enough was enough.

I needed to contact my landlord directly, but I’d lost his number a few years ago when I got a new phone. I’d never had any issues before and so foolishly never thought to get the details again. The only thing I had to go by was my landlord’s full name on the tenancy agreement and the address of his place of work. It took me a while, but I eventually managed to get his work email address.

I emailed him and explained what was going on, including sending him scanned copies of the letters I was being sent. Less than an hour later, he called me saying he had no idea any of this was happening, and he assured me that he had not okayed ANY of it. He promised he would deal with it.

A few days later, my landlord called back and explained what had happened. It turns out that the agent who had been hassling me was actually the owner of the letting agents. He was also my landlord’s nephew. His nephew had opened his new business when my landlord was looking for a new letting agent, so he decided to help his nephew out by signing up for his property management services.

The problem was that his nephew knew nothing about property management. He told everyone he had been taking courses, but he hadn’t. While you don’t necessarily need to pass a course to open or work as a letting agent, you do need to know what you are doing, and his nephew didn’t know the first thing about property management, let alone rental laws.

The whole time his nephew had been hassling me, he kept his uncle in the dark, telling him everything was fine. No wonder he refused to give me any of his details. My guess is he was trying to siphon my deposit for himself.

My landlord apologised profusely and assured me that he would make this right. And he did, by immediately firing his nephew and hiring a new property management company. He gave me all his contact details and told me to call him if I ever had any problems. I made sure I saved those details in as many places as possible.

You Really Thought You Were Getting A Deal

, , | Right | April 5, 2022

I manage room rentals in share houses, and despite the fact that the photos show one room in a big house, the ad title and listing describe one room, and the price is usually cheaper than a studio apartment in my area, people STILL think they’re applying for a five-bedroom house.

One guy got all the way through the application process and we were sorting paperwork.

Applicant: “So, when do the others move out?”

Me: “Um, they don’t. It’s a share house.”

Applicant: “Wait, you mean this isn’t for the whole house?”

Divorced From Reality, Part 7

, , , , , | Right | February 3, 2022

In the Netherlands, we have Social Housing. This means the houses can have a maximum rent and are often partly funded by the government. Each region/city can have its own rules for applying for one, but the most common one is that those who wait the longest get one offered first.

I get a call from a lady in her mid-sixties who wants to apply for a house and has her account checked. Almost everything is in order, she only made a mistake on the date she moved into her current home by two weeks. This was corrected. She has not applied for a house yet; she just had her account checked per her request, and this happens all the time.

Caller: “My account was corrected and now I’m missing two weeks. Why?”

Me: “Well, when did you move into [current house]?”

Caller: “[Date].”

Me: “Then that’s the reason it moved to that date. That’s your correct registration date.”

Caller: “But now I’m missing two weeks!”

Me: “Yes, that’s true, but if we kept it like this and you did apply for a house, it would not only be corrected then, but you’d also lose the house you applied to and you’d have to apply again, due to wrong information.”

Caller: “But I don’t understand why you did that.”

Me: “Because you filled in the wrong date.”

Caller: “It’s because I’m divorced, isn’t it? I know a lot of people who get a lot more waiting years than me!”

Me: “Miss, I don’t know the other situations, but there’s probably a different reason. The rule is that you get a waiting time starting with your last known address. If they didn’t move—”

Caller: “They did move! I know they did!”

Me: “Another rule is that you have to keep your account information up to date. If you don’t fill in—”

Caller: “They didn’t do that, either! I bet it’s because I’m divorced. Why do you hate divorced women?”

Me: “Miss, nowhere in your registration is it mentioned that you are divorced. Neither is it on your submitted forms.”

Caller: “Of course not!”

Me: “So, that means we didn’t know you were divorced until you told me a few minutes ago.”

Caller: “I don’t believe you. You did this because I am divorced. I need to move! I’m living in this building and everything changed! There are only young people, and they all ignore me! They don’t even greet me!”

Me: “I understand, times—”

Caller: “And at 5:00 pm, I lock my door, because there are only men living here! That is very dangerous for a woman my age!”

Me: “Did someone threaten you?”

Caller: “No, they all ignore me! So, I need to move right away, and you guys are forcing me to stay put by taking away those two weeks! I should have forty years of waiting time, as well!”

Me: “But unfortunately, that’s not possible due to the rules. You got all the years we could legally get you.”

Caller: “You are doing this on purpose!”

Me: “How would that benefit us?”

Caller: “You are discriminating against divorced women! I’ll probably die all alone in this apartment! I’m going to hang up now because I am getting nowhere! I hope you’re happy now!”

Me: “I’m sorry I could not help you, miss. I wish you a pleasant day anyway.”

She hung up and I sent a note to our department that deals with people who want to move but can’t; they can help people who might need help (to prevent loneliness or who feel scared in their own home). No idea how they can help, but they are more experienced than I am.

Related:
Divorced From Reality, Part 6
Divorced From Reality, Part 5
Divorced From Reality, Part 4
Divorced From Reality, Part 3
Divorced From Reality, Part 2

Living In A Tent Made Of Red Flags

, , , , , , | Working | December 8, 2021

I take a tour of an apartment complex, and everything looks above-board to me. Several staff are in the office, and the tour itself is very professional. [Manager] tells me the rate for a one-bedroom, and I say I’ll need to think about it. I tour a few other complexes. Two days later, I give the first complex a call in the morning.

Me: “I’d like to come in and sign a lease. Would that be possible today?”

Staff Member: “Oh, yes! You can come in at any time.”

Me: “Great! And it’s $575 for a one-bedroom, right?”

Staff Member: “Oh, it’s actually $605 for a one-bedroom.”

This is the first red flag. I decide to go in, anyway. When I get there, it’s mid-afternoon, and [Staff Member] is the only one in the office. She is running between phones and trying to help tenants who come in with issues while I’m there. I end up being there for about half an hour, during which time no other staff makes an appearance.

She gives me a blank application to fill out, and I ask about the price hike. She has to hunt around for a price list and explains that the rate increases with each day that passes, which is the first time I’ve heard this. She also mentions that the rate is now $625. While she helps a tenant, I look over the application. It is generic, with no details about the specific unit I’d be renting.

Staff Member: “If you just sign that at the bottom, I’ll make sure my manager gets that and gives you a call.”

Me: “I’d prefer not to sign a blank form. The monthly rate isn’t even on here yet.”

Staff Member: “Oh, it’ll be $625. It should be fine.”

Me: “Yeah, I’d still prefer for that to be written on the form before I sign it.” *Stands up* “I’m going to have to get some info from my co-signer, too, before I finish this.”

I did not go back.