Mold....

We got married in December. We moved into a one bedroom apartment that was just perfect for us, and then spring came. It was a wet spring and before we knew it our cute little apartment was being overrun with mold. Horrible black mold. After months of trying to get our landlord to do something, he finally called the disaster clean-up people. They came to do an estimate, then i never heard from them again. So last week I called them to set up an appointment and there already was one. Did my landlord set it up and not tell me? Did they just arbitrarily pick a day and not bother to let me know? I don't know. I was just glad that I had followed up so they didn't just show up at my door one morning.

So, the night before they were supposed to come Robert and I took everything out of our room except the bed; that would have to go in the morning. My house looked like a pigsty thanks to all the extra furniture, all the boxes from under the bed, etc. Finally, Wednesday rolled around this morning. We got up a little early so we could haul the bed out to the kitchen. The bus ditched Robert so I had to take him to school. I was crunched for time because I had to be home at 9 when the mold people were coming, but I had to go get a chain for the dog so that I could leave him outside when I went to class at 9:15 and the mold people were there. So, I rushed Robert up to school and didn't get home till 8:30. I rushed to Wal-mart for the chain, then rushed home to eat and get ready for class before they got there. Then I waited. And waited. And then a little more waiting. Finally it was a quarter after nine and I had to leave for my class. I figured I would call the mold guys to see if they were almost here, or lost or something. "oh, we have your appointment for tomorrow, there must have been some miscommunication." Whatever! I wrote the appointment on the calander while I was on the phone with them. I told the lady on the phone this and she asked if tomorrow would be fine. Since she asked i told her "NO! I already have everything out. My house is torn apart. The couch is buried. My bed is against the wall. Where do you suggest I sleep tonight? I can't get to my dresser, the table, anything." Turns out she didn't care and they are coming tomorrow. Great. Their mistake and they're not willing to work with me to fix it. Just too bad. I guess we will be laying the matress down in the kitchen.

But WAIT! There's good news. Since it took so stinkin long to get someone to do anything about the mold, it has spread into the carpet, the box springs, and the night stand. Will I ever escape the mold? Or will it keep following me forever since it is now on my furniture?