Still some trouble for Eva’s NIE
After failing the first attempt to get the NIE for Eva, because OF COURSE there was something missing, we asked another appointment to Maria. We waited a couple of days, then we were done with her: tired of waiting, tired of showing up unprepared in front of the police, tired of wasting time.
We used an agency recommended by a couple of friends: excellent reviews, great customer services… Why haven’t we used it before?!?!
It’s a “funny” situation because we are both without income since March, due to pandemic and NIE’s struggle, and our balance starts to be…low.
Still ok, no problem for few more months but unfortunately I have to touch my “Emergency founds”
And you know when life pushes you around…things get worse.
and then, this message…
( Molly is the landlord girlfriend, Frank is our flatmate)
“Hi Eva & Fabrizio. Sorry about this last minute unexpected notice.
I am so sorry to have to tell you that I have to move back to the apartment in the Queen bedroom. Franklin keeps his King bedroom.
The reason is that on Monday Molly had confirmation of her new job in San Sebastian (Basque Country next to France) starting mid-September but I am staying in Barcelona.
Today Bea has organised with her brother to have her furniture moved out of her apartment at the latest before the last week of August.
Molly will stay with me in the Tamarit apartment from the 24th August until she goes to San Sebastián.
I can be flexible with the two weeks notice, if you need to move out a few days before or after we can look into it.
I am so sorry about the undesired stress that this notice brings to you.
I’ve called some people and sent messages to my WhatsApp groups to ask if anyone can help with any accommodations available.
If you need to leave boxes/suitcases in the apartment short term in the process I can help you with that too.
Let’s meet on Monday to have a chat.”
WHATTTTT
So he broke up with his girlfriend, and in 2 weeks he wants us out of the place??
He knows all our story: we lived together during quarantine, we invited him for bbq on the terrace, kept his place nicely and clean….
But hey, remember, we don’t even have a housing contract so far. So he got all the rights to come back to his place.
But still… you don’t treat people like.
You should give us a little bit more of time, not 2 weeks.
I called him right away.
My blood is boiling…
After the usless fake dumb question that in english you always ask ( hey how are you, are you fine?) I asked him for an explanation.
“What do I need to explain more?”
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So I raised my voice, I couldn’t keep it in. Because I was like “ WAT THE FUCK MAN”.
Of course I didn’t say that but you get an idea…
As soon as I raised my voice he started bitching about it, like:“ This is my place, I can go back whenever I like it” and so on.
Because of my previous experiences, I learnt a thing or two on dealing with people, and you can’t keep the conversation on that tone, because sooner or later nerves will break.
We’ve been here for 6 months, and we want to keep this relationship healthy and respectful at least untill we leave this place. I think is better to create an adult conversation instead of yelling at each other like animals.
So I changed my tone and we started to talk and eventually, we were able to organize a chat that week.
Damn, looking for an apartment in August post-pandemic in 2 weeks? This is gonna be fun…