One of the Writer's Block prompts I saw when I signed in to LJ just now was "When did you stop believing in Santa Claus, and why?"
That's fuckin' deep.
This is just a quick post to let everyone know that my comp is in several boxes and I won't have internet services (except when I sneak to Amy's office) for like a week. A WEEK! I am more disturbed by lack of internet than I am by anything else. Plus most of that week is a holiday, which is worse because there's nothing to do but set up the horrible mountain of boxes that is my new living space.
Okay, so that's the news. I can't think about my poor apartment very long without feeling like I'm going to start hyperventilating. Where to start? I guess the 50 cigarette butts and dirt in both my tub and my kitchen sink (and garbage disposal) is a good place to start. Stupid maintenance men.
Oh I came here to get my digital camera and I am taking pictures of everything that's amiss, and emailing them to the manager.
I am going to be the tentant from hell.
That's fuckin' deep.
This is just a quick post to let everyone know that my comp is in several boxes and I won't have internet services (except when I sneak to Amy's office) for like a week. A WEEK! I am more disturbed by lack of internet than I am by anything else. Plus most of that week is a holiday, which is worse because there's nothing to do but set up the horrible mountain of boxes that is my new living space.
Okay, so that's the news. I can't think about my poor apartment very long without feeling like I'm going to start hyperventilating. Where to start? I guess the 50 cigarette butts and dirt in both my tub and my kitchen sink (and garbage disposal) is a good place to start. Stupid maintenance men.
Oh I came here to get my digital camera and I am taking pictures of everything that's amiss, and emailing them to the manager.
I am going to be the tentant from hell.


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The rental office I used to work at used to hire out professionals to clean out the more disgusting units - most of us didn't mind picking up money by doing light cleaning, but the truly awe-inspiringly filthy places were hired out.
I wrote out the checks, and a cleaning lady once presented me with a bill that was about double what we normally paid for cleaning a one-bedroom apartment. She apologetically told me that she'd had to charge more because EVERY DRAWER IN THE KITCHEN had fistfuls of pubes in them, and that she'd even been cleaning them out of the crisper drawer in the refrigerator. It was so bad she'd named it the Ape Man's Apartment while she and her partner were in there gagging over it.
I was (still am)puzzled about it. I'd met Ape Man and he didn't seem abnormally hirsute, but apparently he had such luxuriate pubes that they would've strangled him had he not trimmed them every single day ... while he was making breakfast? People are so weird.
also hate moving more than raisins, which is why we continue to live in our third floor stairs of doom no bathtub to soak away our troubles, bitches gotta pay our own utilities, craphole.
Those maintenance losers couldn't use an empty Coke can for their cig butts? Someone needs to go spit in their milk.