It was Rebecca from the office (of our apartment). She was calling to tell us that they need our co-signer's information. I explained to her what happened on Saturday, and she offered to call them. I figured that would be way more effective than my calling them, so I took her up on the offer. And after Steve explaining over and over again that, since we have a history, they shouldn't need to sign, I feel justified and highly amused. One of these days, people will learn that we do know what we're talking about more often than not.
...or so I thought. As I was typing this very entry, I got another call from the office. They called and ended up talking to none other than Steve, who apparently gave his whole spiel to them, and it would seem that we're both right. But if we want to not have a co-signer, that would require them to draw up a new lease, which we would have to go sign. This is a perfect example of how Steve doesn't care what sorts of inconveniences he puts others through as long as he's not inconvenienced himself.
Our current thinking is if they don't want to help us, fine. We don't need them anyway. The only problem is that we've been running out of work, and as it is, we're not sure if we're going to have enough money to pay October rent. This is something we've told Mom, and we're currently wondering if this has anything to do with their reluctance to co-sign the lease. Blah.