Thursday, September 29, 2005

Aren't Condominiums Those Things You Use To Keep From Getting A Girl Pregnant?

...oh, wait, those are condoms. Well, they’re both pretty much equally useless for me....
I had been a little concerned about the fact that I hadn’t gotten any sort of renewal letter for my apartment lease, as my current lease is up at the end of November.
So today when I dropped off my rent check, I asked about it, and, as I pretty much suspected I would be, I was told that they are no longer renting apartments because the complex is making the switch to condominiums.
I figured that was in the works, as it’s becoming an extremely common practice in these parts, I’d gotten a letter from the management saying that people would be coming in and “surveying” apartments over the next few weeks, and it’s been months since I’ve noticed anyone from the leasing office showing prospective tenants the “show room” apartment that’s next to mine.
The switch hasn’t been officially announced, but I should be receiving a letter at some point. Until we get to the point where I would absolutely have to move out (which will probably be whenever the last of their current leases expires), I can stay here at my current rate.
Alternatively, if I decide I want to duck out early, there will be no penalty for breaking my lease.
Because I’m an existing tenant, I will be offered a substantial price break if I choose to buy in, but given that I’ve seen one bedroom condos selling for upwards of a quarter of a million dollars, it’s unlikely that the price break will be sufficient to allow me to actually afford to buy my place.
So it looks like I’ll be moving at some point.
Unless I want to move somewhere well beyond BFE, there’s pretty much no way that I can afford to buy a place, and even then the odds wouldn’t favor it, so that means I’ll have to go apartment hunting.
Yuck.
I’d rather not leave Ashburn, but I don’t know that I’ll have too much choice, as rent is shooting up as rapidly as purchase prices.
When she was telling me about making the transition from apartments to condos, the Property Manager didn’t look very happy…though she did look extremely hot.
She’s always been a reasonably attractive young woman, but the last few times I’ve seen her she seems to have kicked it up a notch, particularly when I saw her a few weeks ago on what must have been her day off and she was wearing what may well be the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.
In any case, I got the impression that this transition isn’t going to be good for her. Would they still need a Property Manager after the switch? I got the distinct impression that if they do, it won’t be her. It was just something about how she sadly shook her head when I asked about my lease, and how, of all the options available to me she seemed to be emphasizing the “get out now” option.
(By the way, though it pretty much goes without saying, she’s not single, so her hotness is largely irrelevant.)
Speaking of short skirts, the other day when I was eating at the food court in the mall there was a young woman wearing a very short skirt that sort of flared out, which gave it an appearance of being even shorter than it already was, in line ahead of me. As I was standing there waiting for my chance to pay, she dropped some of her change, and I found myself very curious as to whether, unthinking, she would simply bend over and pick it up.
Alas, she was conscious of the shortness of her skirt and the eyes of the perverts around her, so she demurely crouched down to retrieve the errant coins.
Ah well.
In any case, it’s still relatively early in the day (even for a Thursday), so if something exciting happens (Something exciting! I crack me up!), I may be back with another post, but if not, I hope you all enjoy your weekend while I “enjoy” my work week.

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