How does one get rid of a non paying roommate who is on the lease? Without killing them, and with the support of the other person on the lease?

Assuming they, you know, refuse to cooperate and leave because they’re a total psycho.

Change the locks and ship their stuff to their parents (which is like four subway stops away)? Can the cops be called if it gets ugly? Can they cause problems with the landlord?

Basically I need human removal and I’m not sure how to go about it. It’s extra problematic because they’re good friends with nice normal roomie, and it took a sudden snap by psycho roomie to finally get a quorum on ditching her.

(My life is getting seriously soap opera)

Dead Rising 2 is better than Dear Rising 1 in every way, might as well just play that one.

I feel for you, Aeon. I don’t have roommate drama, but my vendetta with my current apartment complex has been worthy of a Mario Puzo novel.

From 2007 through 2010, I had no issues with the place whatsoever. Maintenance was prompt to respond to issues, my neighbors were friendly, and the property manager went out of her way to ensure everything was taken care of. In early October 2010, I re-signed a year’s lease (60 days before lease expiration = $50 break on my December rent, I figured it was a decent deal) - and not a week after that, a new property management company bought out the building.

Thing is, the new management company bought up something like 70% of the rental loft apartments in downtown KC and leases them all exclusively under Low Income Housing rules that say if you make more than $24K a year, you can’t even apply. So while they can’t kick anyone out who currently has an active lease because they’re not on income assistance, they’ve been trying their best to make life hell and get current tenants to break their leases.

The apartment below me, back in October '10, complained of a water leak. Broken pipe inside my bathroom wall, not surprising because it’s an old building. So maintenance comes in and knocks a gigantic hole in the wall to get to the pipe. Now, the internal walls are thin concrete over metal studs and chicken wire. So there’s a gaping hole in my bathroom wall - and they just left it there.

SIX written requests to the leasing office bringing it to their attention. It took a call to the health inspector to get any kind of action taken - the wall was fixed in late JANUARY. Since then, residents haven’t been notified of packages arriving - the leasing office will sign for them and expect you to just drop by and ask if you got anything. Water’s shut off for 8-12 hours at a time at least one or two days a week for “repairs” - not that pipes are being replaced, if anything there’s MORE rust in the tap water. Of the two elevators, only one will work at any given time. No more on-call maintenance, all requests have to be in writing to the leasing office, who now only work from 9-4:30 in the office, and not on weekends.

So I decided to get a new place, and put in an application last week. I got a call Monday saying “Your current leasing office refuses to give us any information on your rent history, they say you haven’t given them notice you’re leaving.” - which I hadn’t, figuring that a) my lease isn’t technically up until November 31st and I had no intention of giving them any assistance in filling the vacancy, and b) since there’s no law that says I can’t have two apartments at the same time, I shouldn’t be REQUIRED to give a notice to vacate before the leasing office will answer questions.

Regardless, I faxed them my “I will not be renewing my lease” letter on Tuesday. Yesterday, I discover that my name and number have already been taken out of the lobby intercom, meaning that I can’t buzz in guests. Remember that my lease is still active for two and a half months.

Well, today I got the call from the new apartment place - it’s mine, November 1 move-in date, fuck the haters. I’m very tempted to do the Half-Baked routine as I turn in my keys. “Fuck you, fuck you, you’re cool, fuck YOU, I’m outta here!”

Woops! I meant Dead Rising 2. I like zombies, and not-zombie aliens.

On that, the day of my birthday, I shall grant you a year full of mild pleasure post move-in.

I also recommend leaving a bag of turds outside of the lease office door.

If I had a toilet tank, I’d leave the biggest upper-decker they’ve ever seen.

Ha! That should be put in a movie.

If it’s anything like a non-paying renter you are in for a long, tough battle. I would go for the ship the stuff to parents and change locks option.

I’m tempted to record the comms next time I do an op in Perpetuum (or some other game). It inevitably ends up this weird combination of srs bznz comm chatter and total fucking insanity.

Not quite as funny as people apologizing for slurs in the midst of shouting them, but still entertaining.

I ran into this BS the last time I left an apartment as well. I’d been signing leases for years at the place and decided that because of the possibility I would be leaving the area altogether I would just go month to month for awhile. But then I was told that the complex wanted to remodel my unit and so they would only offer me a lease and make me move to a new unit. So its two weeks before my lease is to expire and they’ve refused to negotiate and I’d found a better solution - only to get the same crap about how I hadn’t notified them of my decision to leave. When I went in and gave them the actual letter I asked the property manager what exactly they thought was going to happen? After all, once the lease is up and if I haven’t signed a new one I’m gone anyway, right? She just shrugged and said it was “policy” that I had to provide an official statement that I was leaving.

I especially like “IT WAS IN CONTEXT!”

Yeah the especially fun part is the time she brought home a boyfriend (from the internet) who proceeded to do lovely things like poop on our brand new Ikea couch, steal all the towels (we’ve got three left) and bang on the door for hours at a time to get in when she wasn’t there (because he was basically a hobo).

We kicked him out and she brought him back. Nightmare? Yes. I bought a bat.

Other roommate refused to give her the boot. I was like WAT. And at the time I couldn’t afford to move, so I was stuck.

Of course back then she also occasionally paid. So it was less of a financial pita. Now she’s turning into a money grubbing abusive leech and we’ve finally got unanimity on the eviction. Just, uh, awkward situation because of the whole past friends angle.

Do you think there’s a Hallmark card for this?

“You’re a pain in the ass but… <open card> …at least you’re gone! You need to get the fuck out by Friday or I’ll call the cops!”

Man that’d be convenient.

Sometimes when I am bored I play the first post/last post game. Check the first post of a thread, then check the last post. Compare to see how closely the last post matches the topic of the first.

The best results are with the P&R forum.

Also, all these rental tales should go in the Renting Horror Stories Thread. Someone should totally start that.

Why do people insist on folding underwear? Does anyone care if their underwear is wrinkled?

absolutely yes. I always fold everything that gets folded. I hang shirts and pants, so no folding.

This is the first thread I’ve seen with two ghost pages.

Volume. Folded clothes take up less space, and when you are successful business man with money, you can afford many undergarments of your choosing for the selection of pleasure. Did I mention that I sometimes have Indian phone support fugues?

H.

Actually, studies have shown that you only really need two pairs of underwear. One to wear, and the other to wear when the first pair is in the wash. Anything else is a waste of natural resources.

And it gets even more efficient if you have a partner, because then you can share the second pair, thus requiring only three pair of underwear for the both of you. You’d never have to worry about folding your underwear again, and you’d be saving the environment at the same time!

Those studies are apparently done by folks who either wear the same underwear for seven days in a row, or wash their clothes daily, wasting even more water than they’d save by waiting until they have a full load of laundry to wash.

Actually, you can go up to fourteen days if you avoid physical exertion and don’t have any pressing social engagements (which you probably won’t have, anyway).