That feeling when I know what to do, but I don't have the credentials behind my name to do it. 
In a fight with my landlord at the moment. Asked that a shower door be installed at the new place. He was like 'Sure, find one you like and send me the receipts and we'll get it approved'.
So, did that. His asset manager came back and was like 'you are approved to install it at your own expense'.
Me: Wait, what? That is not what we agreed to.
Them: Oh, that was what we meant. You must have been confused.
Me: No, I was very much not confused. Why in the world would I need to send you receipts and any quotes from contractors just to get the installation approved at my own expense? No reasonable person would ever agree to that.
Them: Well, that is our policy. All documentation must be submitted before work is done, and it's done at your own expense.
Me: ...do you hear yourselves? Like -- nobody, and I mean nobody, would ever agree to that. Nobody would believe, after the conversations in writing that we have had, that that was the agreement. You told me to submit these for reimbursement, I did.
Them: Not for reimbursement, no.
Naturally, it is far too late in the process to cancel them, and I cannot send them back. Part of me wants to send a demand letter, but I'm pretty much a nobody, and I don't know attorneys scary enough around these parts to ask a favor.
But these motherfuckers. Not even a month into this and I already have to start researching promissory estoppel on a contract too low to fall under the statute of frauds?
Ugh. It's gonna be a long year.