“You totally screwed me!”
Those were the last words I heard as the studio door was slammed in my face. I never imagined things would end this way, but life is funny.
Two weeks ago, everything was cool. Now, I don’t have a studio. Here’s what happened.
My studio was always a bit of a dump, but a cheap dump. I shared it with a couple of other photographers and on most days, things were copacetic.
The other photographers shot fashion and glamour and I photographed product and food. It wasn’t always a harmonious union, but the price was right. The only big issue between us was cleanliness. I cleaned the studio and they didn’t. It was always a drag, but I could deal with it.
Unfortunately, over the past year, the problems grew and a lot strange stuff happened like a former tenant breaking in and video surveillance being placed in the shared bathroom. I could handle the mess, but the other stuff was becoming a headache.
Despite the issues, I still had no intention of leaving. I bake he shoots was doing well and the studio was a great place to create content.
Regrettably, everything changed a few weeks ago when I arrived at the studio and there was a “3 Days to Pay Rent or Vacate” notice on the door. If that wasn’t bad enough, the refrigerator was off, the microwave was broken, and the place was infested with rodents.
I called the studio owner who explained the pre-eviction notice was a mistake by the property manager, but I’m not an idiot. He’s always been straight with me, but this wasn’t the first time a “late” notice had been posted to the door. Did I really want to be the sucker who got locked out of his studio due to an unknown eviction?
I thought about it for a few days and decided to pull the pin. How could I possibly photograph food with a studio full of rats. It was disgusting and a dealbreaker. I had complained about the same problem a few months earlier, but nothing was done and the rats were back.
This continuing issue combined with the pre-eviction notice and the other problems made the studio unusable for any paying food client. It was time to go.
I gave a two week notice and cleaned out my locker. When I dropped off the keys, the owner said I had screwed him due to the short notice and I told him the studio was broken and unusable. I had always paid my rent on time and cleaned up after his tenants for years, but it didn’t matter. I was the villain.
I felt bad for a few days, but then I realized I would never have to deal with this nonsense again.
I was finally free and ready for the better times ahead.