They've invaded!

Ahhhhhh!!!!

Our landlords have invaded, and they brought their "friends". I hate that. Aside from my believing that they are incompetent when it comes to home maintenance, they're in my home, and I didn't invite them.

I know that they own the place, and I know that they are "trying" to keep it up, but I hate this feeling. It's very similar to the feeling of meeting the person who used to have your job, while they are in the office to consult on your work, as an outside contractor. It's so invasive.

Here are people, I don't know, wouldn't hang out with if you paid me, and would probably avoid if it were left completely up to me. And they're in my home, milling about. The paranoid in me is terrified that at every turn they are making judgments about how my house isn't clean enough, or "look at all this shit" or "isn't that cool, let's take it." There is nothing I can do about it either. They own the house Tony and I live in, they refuse to let us maintain it and be reimbursed....what an awkward position to be in. Part of me wants to escape. However, if an emergency occurs, which is more likely than if professionals were here, then not only should I be here to help with damage control, but if it's really bad, I can't very well take the car and leave Tony stranded.

Okay, I'm a little better now...maybe for once they'll do a good job and be out of here soon.

I hope