Fear and loathing in The Hague #2

Song of this post:
Bush - Float

I had just left for work the next morning when S sent me a somewhat panicky text message saying "get online ASAP, there's some house supervisor guy here saying you're not allowed here". Erm, what? Oh great!
Turns out that some junk that my new "landlord" had left for me to throw away in the hallway had spawned the building supervisor a few minutes after I had left, was surprised to find my girlfriend in the flat and from there on it went kinda downhill. Subletting the apartment was not legal. I got a call from my "landlord", asking me how I could fuck this up like that and that I'd better call the supervisor telling him some story how I was just a buddy visiting for a short time, else he, my "landlord", would get kicked out. Called the building supervisor, told him something of unicorns and princesses which he seemed to swallow well enough ... and found myself having to start looking for a place again, since I obviously couldn't stay for long after this. A full month of rent, 450€, gone with the wind, pretty much...

End of part #2

Ta-taa...