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I just spent a week in a panic, cleaning the apartment like mad. Picking up, putting away, throwing out garbage, doing recycling, sweeping, mopping, and scrubbing everything in sight. I even cleaned out the fridge and washed down all the shelves and so on. And last night, it took forever to get to sleep, I woke up an hour early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep, and I'm still a nervous wreck. Because in all my history of living in apartments and other rental property (all my life), I have never had to undergo an apartment inspection before today. And I'm pretty sure these inspections were not in my contract.

I made this apartment as close to spotless as I could, and worried over every last thing, and the inspection took maybe five minutes. All they did was look at the general cleanliness (they were impressed), checked the oven vent, checked the smoke detector and the thing I assume is a carbon monoxide detector, checked the toilet, and checked the water heater. They didn't even look in the fridge! Here I was expecting a person with white gloves checking every damned nook and cranny, and it was over in less than five minutes. I'm still nervous because it was so anticlimactic.

But still, I'm kinda glad for it. I like the place clean, it was depressing being all filthy. I intend to keep it clean. I've learned all it takes is five minutes here and there.

I guess my old English teacher, Mrs. Turner, was right; certain kinds of messy people, like her and I, are perfectionists. Because when I finally did the cleaning, I kept trying to be perfect. And combined with depression, perfectionism is a bad thing, because if it can't be perfect, why bother trying? But I've learned it doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be bearable.

Crossposted from http://fayanora.dreamwidth.org



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Jun. 7th, 2011 03:45 pm (UTC)
checked the smoke detector and the thing I assume is a carbon monoxide detector

Nope. Your apartment has two smoke detectors, one in the bedroom one in either the main living area or the kitchen (I forget which it is that the law requires).

CO detectors aren't mandated as far as I know, and since you don't have a fireplace, gas stove or gas heat, there's no logical reason to have one.

The inspections I have to deal with are a rather different thing that what you were likely to deal with. And the main thing I expected would be an issue with your places was "clutter".

Somewhere in my files, I may have the stuff from the one fire department inspection the building has had since I've lived here. There are restrictions on how high stacks of stuff can be (2 feet) how wide a space you have to have between them, and blocking things like doors and windows (escape routes, basically).

As I noted before, they own the place, they have the right to inspect it, with 24 hours notice, but it's usually the sort of thing you got. Making sure the place isn't a pit, and that various items are in working order.

Section 8 housing has higher standards, because to qualify, you have to be less able to take care of yourself, so they need to keep an eye on things to make sure the tenants aren't turning into a hazard to the building.
Jun. 7th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC)
Apartment inspections are BULLSHIT. I had the first one ever a few years ago and it really pissed me off. Yeah, it was good to clean everything out and all-- yay and stuff, but the invasion of privacy wasn't justified

I fear this is just becoming more and more normal-- being invaded.
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