Lately, I feel like every time I deal with people, I hate all of humanity.
We recently moved out of an apartment where we had lived for eight years. During that time, we never got a paint job. So I assumed any damage to the paint on the wall would be something we wouldn't be responsible for, given places need to be painted more frequently than that.
So I was really surprised when we got a bill for $140 for painting the apartment from the giant company that owns our complex.
When I called, they complained that there were stickers on the wall that were "difficult to remove" and had to be sanded off. I find it really hard to believe that a child's sticker required more than soap and water, but whatever. I didn't even think of it. Then they complained there was some crayon on the wall, so the whole place had to be repainted. I said that in eight years, weren't we entitled to ONE free paint job? They said no, that they expected the walls to be in the condition they were when we entered eight years ago, except for "minor touch ups."
Also, we paid to have the apartment professionally cleaned when we left, but I forgot to tell her to clean the fridge. So we got a bill for $130 for cleaning of the fridge and oven. Except the oven is self-cleaning. So it's $130 to clean a fridge apparently. I should get a job cleaning refrigerators.
Then they told us like they were being so nice to us that we didn't have to pay for them to replace the carpet, which wasn't even new when we moved in.
I mean, it's not a huge amount of money but it's the principle of the thing. We lived there eight years. I feel like we're entitled to one paint job, for god's sake.