Live-in landlord. Can't sleep. Can't move out. Venting.
My last post was removed by reddit. Skip this paragraph to get to the meat. I don't know why. I just wanted to vent. Maybe it was because of the amount of swear words, maybe it's because I implied I wanted to move my soul to the next state of existence (or non-existence) due to this situation that has been causing serious damage to my mental health. But I still need to vent, and I want to know there's someone out there who I can share my plight with. So, as it's expected in our modern sanitized internet, I will be polite and minimize serious stuff and not say any bad words.
I live in a family home. Everytime the landlord's mom leaves her room, she turns on the radio in the kitchen, at the loudest volume. The kitchen is next to my room, but it does not matter, since it can be heard throughout the whole house. The radio only has the same six songs or so. It does not matter if it is, say 3am like now, or 5am, or 9am, or 1pm, or 5pm, or 9pm 11pm 1am, it does not matter, sure I can mostly expect the radio to be turned on at odd hours of the night, like between 2am to 8am, surely the radio will be on, when I and most normal people are trying to sleep, but it does not matter, since I do not know if tomorrow she will decide to turn the radio in the morning, or in the afternoon, or early evening, it is impossible to predict, so I cannot adapt my schedule to her whims. Let me also repeat that the radio only has six songs or so. Every few weeks she switches the tracks, so instead of the same 6 songs or so it becomes the same 6 prayers (I think?) that really get inside your ears like mmmmmmmmmmm ooooouooooouoooou or aaaaaeaaaaeaaaae (it is an indian family, it doesn't matter) Well, do you see the problem I am facing? Today, in partivular, and the reason I decided to vent, the radio has been on since 9am. It is 3am now. The radio turns off every 30 minutes or so, and when it turns off, here she comes out of her room to turn it on again, no respite. Since 9am. Can you imagine? Now can you imagine what it would be like to listen to the same six songs since I have been here since August last year, with no rhyme or reason as to when? Can you imagine? Reddit wants me to be polite, but I hope you trust there is quite a big commotion going inside me at the moment while I try to explain my grievances with this. Of course, this is only one of the many, say, odd features, of this place. I also have to deal with kitchen restrictions to the point I gave up cooking months ago. Toilet restrictions, I should be careful not to need the toilet at certain times, but when, well who knows? Using the front door? Never, no front door key, I have to use the back door and enter and exit through the backyard, in fact if I get mail I have to trust the people here to give it to me (and I am thankful I never had problems with this but this is seriously not normal). Taking the trash out like every other normal person in this country? No, this house cannot have garbage bags in the front not even on garbage day. I hope you can see how frustrating this is, right? All of this is legal, just so you know. As a lodger in the UK, I have virtually no rights.
I have been wanting to move out for months. In fact, the few other people who were living here with me a few months ago, they all left. Meanwhile, nobody new is moving in. I wonder why, hm? Of course, since that happened, I have been the free weekly cleaner. Well, no rights. I thought I really have to move out. For a couple months I have been working hard, and I have been saving some money. I have been toughing all of this out, because I had hope I would evenrually be out.
Ever since the beginning of May, I thought I finally have enough, this is it, I am done, I can move on to a new place, a studio I don't have to share with, say, odd people, because besides this rental, the last 4 or 5 places I had to share, let's say the people I lived with all had their own problems to say the least. Yes, most people don't normally go through the $*** I go through once, let alone five times, I guess I have bad luck, but well I have the money. And I have been earning enough for enough time to have the payslips and bank statements to prove that I can afford it as well. Unfortunately, for the past three weeks or so when I've been looking for a new place, I've found out that, since half my income comes from self employment, it doesn't count. So, unless I have the money to pay 12 months in advance for a new place (and even then I suspect it wouldn't work), I will keep being stuck here. I have been working my ass off for the last six months, making almost 4 times the monthly rent of the cheapest studio flats around my area, but because the rental market is absolutely (_), that is still not enough.
All my hope is absolutely gone. The worst part? It's 3:40 now. A few minutes ago she went out of her room to turn that damn radio again. It has been playing since 9am. The same six songs. The same six songs! The same six songs that I know since August. Can you imagine this? I am so exhausted. I haven't had any normal sleep for weeks. I have not been eating properly for a long time. Everytime it's silent and I try to sleep, I can't, because my heart is beating at the speed of light since I don't know when the damn radio is going to be turned on again. I hate my job, but when I clock out, I stay in the break room so long because I dread going back. The worst part is that I am now making enough money to be able to move out but due to arbitrary rules set by these rental agents I can't.