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Put our landlord between a rock and a hard place

15 Jun

Eitan and I have a really really cheap landlord. You know the kind – they give you a whole song and dance why they can’t pay to fix something or how it is someone else’s fault and therefore THEY wont pay.

Yeah. We have that kind of landlord.

We have been having issues with our kitchen faucet for a while but I tried to just ignore it. This past Thursday afternoon I could no longer ignore the issue when the issue sprayed me in the face with water. It also happened to be the night my in-laws were coming to see our flat for the first time and enjoy my home cooking.

Impeccable timing one might say.

So the water was shooting out of the faucet when it was turned on and it was also leaking under the sink. And that my dear readers is when it is time to call the landlord.

Well first I called Eitan in a panic and got call waiting. UGH. He called me back and I rambled and told him “the-faucet-is-spraying-me-with-water-and-it-is-leaking-under-the-sink-onto-the-kitchen-floor-CALL-OUR-LANDLORD-NOW.”

We both hate calling our landlord – he loves to ramble on the phone and waste time and not take of his responsibilities. Luckily for me, I was in the midst of cooking  and had a perfectly good excuse why Eitan had to call.

And he did. And our landlord’s reaction? Okay, I’ll come over now to have a look. Thankfully Eitan quickly interjected and said no and explained why.

Well guess how long it took to get a plumber into our flat? 24 hours. Friday night. Our landlord finally reached a plumbing company that sent one of their plumbers to our house at 9pm on a Friday night. He fumbled with the faucet, pulled it out and said – yup. Broken and cannot be fixed.

So he called his boss to give the estimate. Eitan called our landlord and told him and he then proceeded to hang up and call the plumber’s boss. It went back and forth like this for a few minutes until it was apparent that our landlord didn’t want to pay for the plumbers’ visit and wanted to pay for all of it on Sunday when the replacement faucet would be installed.

“No” said the plumber. “My visit costs NIS 120 and you need to pay me right now.”

Now we were not paying for *anything* without our landlord’s knowledge because he would be reimbursing us. Without notifying him, he would say “I never agreed  and I am not reimbursing you”. This is very typical of our landlord.

So what did Eitan do? He used technology to trip up our landlord.

He called the plumbers’ boss and then he added our landlord to the call via 3-way-calling on the iPhone.


No more “He said/She said” – all parties were on the call and on speakerphone.

I think we shocked our landlord a bit – and caught him in his lies. And yes, he will be returning tomorrow with a new faucet and a plumber to install it or so help me.

Because washing dishes in the bathroom sink is a pain in the you know where.


The Symphony of MY city – Tel Aviv

6 Feb

Emotional Roller Coaster

30 Oct

Oceanside. Hurricane Sandy. Tel Aviv. Oceanside

Last week I flew back to Israel after a lovely honeymoon in Costa Rica and then a quick stop in NYC and Long Island for my younger sister’s wedding.

It was the first time I visited NY in almost 5 years.

In the past 8+ years since I moved to Israel, I have found it incredibly difficult to go back and visit a place I grew up in that no longer felt like home.

Except on this trip, NYC felt like home.

And when I landed in Tel Aviv all I could think of was … “but I didnt have my fill of NYC. I need to go back”. This was the first time I had *ever* felt that way and it was a bit jarring.

At some point over the past few days I mentioned to my sister how chances were that was the last time we would all be in Mom and Dad’s house together. The two of us live here with our families and our younger sister who just got married is moving to Jerusalem with her husband. That was an emotional thought – especially since it felt like we were all there together for a second. In reality we were all together for only from Friday-Sunday morning at Mom and Dad’s. With our husbands.


And now Hurricane Sandy came and left and damaged the house we were just in. I dont know how badly my parent’s house was hurt since they do not have electricity but being that they are a block away from the bay I can just assume the damage was significant. Some details have emerged  from a very short cell call between my mom and my sister… water in the basement and den/garage. Cars on the street were under water.

And I feel like …. why am I here and not there.. riding out the storm in my childhood home that I was *just* in … why am I stuck watching the news from abroad away from my husband who is stuck in NYC (with power and cell reception).

My emotions were all over the place before the storm hit – but now,  now I feel emotionally spent.

I just hope that my family is safe and sound keeping warm and bonding over flashlights and candles.