It just. doesn't. end.

Today after work, I came back to my apartment, picked up everything I had put in order yesterday to renew my lease/argue with the complex office over what they plan on charging, and made the trek up the hill to the office.

It was open this time.

But I still don't have a new lease.

And my rent still isn't paid in full.

Why?

Because there was only one person in the office. And she didn't have the authority to even consider my demands. The person I need to talk to? On vacation until Monday.

I handed over the check I wrote on Sunday. I was told it will probably be returned to me because "we don't accept checks after the 10th."

Not acceptable to me at all.

She also insisted she was in the office on Sunday. Yeah, sure, I'll believe that. But she wasn't there when I came to the locked door. And she insists people were there on Monday, too. They just weren't answering phones. I call bull on that one--I've never been in that office, no matter how busy it was, and seen the phones go unanswered.

So...

...Still going.

(And we won't even talk about the fact that the girl helping was pregnant. And I hate having to get stern with people to begin with... today I had to put a pregnant woman on the spot for the problems the company she works for has caused. Gah.)