What The Hell Have You Done?!

     Oh, what did you do?  Dad, you really got us into a good one this time.  New home, new job, new surroundings- all I can say is, nothing is as it seems.  You couldn't sit still, could you?  Haven't you ever heard of the saying "If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is"?  Is the grass really greener on the other side?  I think not.  Lesson learned.  The job came with a "free" apartment.  Needs to be painted- no problem.  May need some fixes. No problem.  What they didn't say was that the carpet should be condemned.  Mom and dad are afraid to walk barefoot on it.  The big, dark stains of unknown origin in this- what's supposed to be a "market ready" unit concern them.  "It's been shampooed three times" they said. 
     Dad's new employer doesn't use commercial carpet cleaners.  The "housekeeper" is a resident with a shampoo machine available at WalMart.  They don't use HVAC, plumbing, or electrical vendors, most likely, dad's learning, because they don't pay their bills.  So far that's the case with pest control and HVAC vendors, at least.
    Dad's "boss" stated that her motto is "Just get it done".  Now that we've been here almost two weeks dad says it should be more accurately "Just get it done with no money and basically no supplies".  Don't buy parts, equipment or supplies, just steal things from unoccupied units, then if someone moves in, if we absolutely have to, buy it.  People here are afraid to call and ask for anything.  No one speaks English.  Dad's first three emergency calls went unaddressed because he didn't understand their language nor they his.  Nothing in the job listing dad answered said anything about a bilingual requirement.  Dad's told the problems that arise are his responsibility, not the manager's.  He's supposed to know everything.  He's supposed to be doing the work of licensed contractors and technicians.  Dad, you got us into a good one.  I still love you, but the stress and tension in the air in our new "home" are so thick it's hard to move and breathe, let alone purr.  Thank God I can find my way to the library so I can escape and write a new post.  We won't be getting the internet here- hell, we won't even be staying here.  At least I can play games, hide and seek, and tag with the cockroaches that come out after mom and dad go to bed.