Today’s the day. Today’s the day that I take my deadbeat landlord to court for refusing to give me back my bond. He’s just straight-up stealing from me at this point and it’s embarrassing. But I’m going to bring him down. I refuse to let him get away with this, especially because the majority of the drama comes from me getting air conditioning repairs in Melbourne, which is a hot city. What else was I supposed to do?!
I’ve been awake for the last seventy-two hours working with my lawyer and my boyfriend on the case. We’ve had a lot to do to absolutely nail my landlord, and so we had to make sure we didn’t sleep. Sleeping is a waste of time when there’s three months worth of rent on the line. I even called my landlord and told him that he’s being ridiculous and that this doesn’t have to go to court if he just wants to be reasonable. I never heard back. He’s so immature.
Now that I think about it, I’ve never actually seen my landlord before. When I walk into the courtroom today I’ll lock eyes with the man who was average enough to not repair anything in the house and then had the audacity to make it my fault. I’m imagining a short bald man with twenty years worth of bags under his eyes, bags that hold stories of all his previous court cases with previous tenants. I’m sure that I’m not the first person he’s done this to.
I wonder if he’d go to court with others because of them getting a heating and cooling service in Melbourne. I bet you he wouldn’t. It’s because I’m a single (as far as he knows) young female. He thinks that he can bully me into giving up my money. He couldn’t be more wrong if he tried. Well, I’m walking in, here goes.