The thread for flipping shits (and tables)

Ok, so. This is Studentville. Everyone who isn't a fresher lives in flats with other peeps; because the freshers start flat-hunting this time of year (early in the second semester) everyone else has to as well. The various landlordbarons of the suburb think this is great, because they can lock chumps like me into a contract that entails paying rent from January 1 to December 31 - despite the fact I moved down late February. But whatever. I like my place. It's got plenty of afternoon sun, on a quiet street close to the supermarket and university, isn't egregiously expensive, and is pretty cheap to keep warm. Only gripe'd be the size of the kitchen (grossly unsuitable for five people) but whatever.

Trouble is, at least three aspiring packs of tenants also seem to like my place. Each and every day. They show up at some screwy-arse times as well and courtesy (and possibly some clause in my flatmates' and my lease agreement) dictates that we let them take a look around the flat and ask any questions. There was one week's reprieve where one of my flatmates was set on securing the place for a second year with a different group - letting us stick a Flat Taken sign up and get a bit of peace and quiet - (A few morons still came asking, but eh. Probably BCom students.) but that plan fell through apparently because of one stick in the mud who found the place too expensive.

The reprieve was probably at the best time, seeing as I had two dude friends staying from out of town and they were doing a thoroughly welcome job of living in the living area. I'm not trying to sound grouchy at them, but considering the several teeth-grindingly annoying recent days of having to apologise to total strangers that my bedroom may be a mess when they ask to see it, it probably worked out for the best.

If we're lucky, someone'll go sign for the flat and we'll get a phone call from the landlords saying we can laminate that damn "Flat Taken 2012" sign and stick it up for good.

Oh yeah and I may be anxious about the fact I haven't found any flatmates for next year either and have no idea how to go about it because damn is "hey do you want to live together next year" an awkward proposition