Alan was able to help Ron and I move today so it all happened pretty fast. We almost fit it all into one van-load. But had to come back for a smattering of extra stuff. Phone line not working yet so I’m here at a cyber-cafe. DSL turns on Tuesday.
This was left on my welcome mat this afternoon. I guess I hit a nerve. Read the full letter.
Typed up a letter of termination. Went to Citibank to get my cashier’s checks for the new place. Went to the new place’s management company’s office and signed the lease and paid for the first month.
Taxi’ed to the old idiot management company’s office. Walked in, announced termination and watched them deal with it. They called my building manager and then said: Felicia said she was going to call you Monday. Bull. Shit. I told her it was too late, I just signed a new lease. They waited too long to decide this problem was important to them.
The office manager took my documents and narrative of the whole ordeal and conferred with her manager. The lawyer I talked to had suggested I CC her on the letters visibly to show that I had talked to legal counsel (hadn’t officially hired her yet).
A few minutes later they came back and said they were letting me out of the lease. And they are going to remit my security deposit. And since they gave me a free month of rent I’m off the hook for paying any more to these dildos.
Moving in as soon as I can. The new place has nice windows and sunlight. Bit of The Shining in the hallways and a rickety elevator but other than that I think it’ll be fine. I’ll probably see if I can get some rugs on the floors because the off-white carpet seems like it’ll get on my nerves in the long run.
A reading from the Book of Job. This is the word of the Lord. Thanks be to God. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
Hopefully found another apartment today. Not ideal. But nice location (Barry & Broadway) and quiet. Credit check pending. Cats allowed. Carpeted floors. Futher bulletins as events warrant.
Thought I had a great clinch on an apartment.
The lady just called:
I make too much money.
The apartment is controlled by the HUD and you can’t move in if you make more than $52K.
The adventure continues.
As I wrote last week there seems to be a confluence of stressors lately. It’s strange. It goes beyond ‘when it rains, it pours’. This is like a crucible. It’s like there’s a lot of small and large pressures coming from all sides that the only way to survive is to purify. I know that sounds strange.
I was reflecting last night on ‘being too nice’ and how I have such emotional reactions to things (usually carefully hidden from others). And how I sometimes feel like my emotional reaction is a bad thing – but then I started seeing how an event like the one Sunday night would have shut me down mentally for a couple days before.
I think as I’ve grown I move through that emotional reaction faster – more quickly to decisive action. I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of that tendency to take things so personally – and I think it’s one of my natural gifts – but to feel fully and move to action is a much more powerful stance to be in.
Once I decided I was moving out, I felt a lot better. Yes, it’s going to be aggravating to move again – but at least I hadn’t notified everybody of my new address. I still haven’t unpacked some stuff. And I already know how many boxes I need to get. It’s like I’ve already rehearsal-moved so now I know exactly what I need this time around. I may get rid of even more stuff this time – who knows.
Maybe God is telling me to travel light!
I think when I went through a similar level of crap a few years ago I remember thinking.
Sometimes God leaves a Post-It note. If you ignore those, he sends you the memo.
I got the memo. If you ignore the memo – you get a pink-slip – and then you know you’re in deep shit.
You’re not going to believe this bullshit.
The music from the neighbors downstairs has been loud every night. Sometimes until 2 in the morning.
I’ve tried knocking on the door and nothing has happened – it’s too loud and they can’t hear me knocking.
So tonight I stomped on the floor. Probably five times. Just once.
20 minutes later there is a knock on my door and two police officers are standing in my doorway. The guys had called 911.
The officer said that she was able to hear the music and had asked them to turn down the bass. We went into the bedroom and I couldn’t hear anything – she said the music was still on but they’d turned the bass down and why hadn’t I called about it before? I said I had called about it – to the building manager. I explained I’m sure they had other more important things to worry about than noise complaints. She explained that yes this was a tenant/landlord dispute but to call 911 if it ever happened again.
I can’t sleep. I don’t know what to do. I’m going to call the landlord tomorrow so she knows what happened. Am I the one being unreasonable and that boys will be boys? Should I just up and move? Is it just asking for trouble to live above this kind of bullshit? My brain hurts.
At least they didn’t have video cameras filming Cops.
So I get this nasty letter from SBC saying that I’m abusing my local toll calling plan.
The reason I’m using a local toll call for hours at a time is because my SBC DSL has been screwed up. How’s that for a corporate silo?
I took the short cut and went to Best Buy and bought the Yahoo SBC DSL starter package which I knew would have a modem that they’d support. Worked just fine. Currently directly connected – I’ll try and get the router working tonight.
There is a strange confluence of stressors lately – I mentioned/earlier it below. And further:
SBC says my DSL modem is broken. I’m going to go get one at Best Buy and try it out before I buy one from SBC again – I know they won’t service it until I buy it from them. Oh, and the 2-year warranty just happened to expire – ain’t that the pits!
Loud music for 20 minutes under the bedroom. Just when I’d had enough it stopped. I’m thinking of getting a sledgehammer and beating on the floor in a syncopated beat – maybe mask a 5/4 measure onto their 4/4. Or do a triplet swing. Inconsiderate asstards.
Still awaiting my mailbox key. Yes, it’s the 20th. I can’t get my mail. I’m going to raise holy hell at the leasing agency tomorrow. This is stupid bullshit. Like I said – I’ve lived in much ‘lesser’ neighborhoods and didn’t get this kind of treatment. Part of me thinks I’m being a demanding asshole – but hey – I’m paying the goddamn rent!
I was doing an onsite training downtown. I’d rehearsed it 3x the day before and it still blew up in my face as I uncovered inconsistent permissions in our code. The client didn’t seem to mind but I was pretty embarrassed. Waiting for clearance to enter the building, I saw a bunch of people I used to work for and they all said things like, “Wow! You look great! Why is it everyone looks so much better after they leave this place?!”
Got the bathroom and bedroom cleared out today. Going through tons of files and trying to recycle all that I can. I do feel better putting every bit of paper or plastic I can find in the blue bag instead of choking another landfill/future golf-course.
Latest overplayed song is NIN’s ‘Metal’. I just love the first lyrics.
We’re in the building where they make us grow
And I’m frightened by the liquid engineers
Such a great opening line.
If I have to see an ad for Without A Paddle one more time I might just lose my mind. I had a brownie once. Abort the fetal position! Argh.
Ha – ealier today I was thinking about combining my pro and personal blogs – after today’s rants – probably best to keep ’em separated.
I think that Jon Stewart on The Daily Show would be so much funnier if he didn’t have the smug smirk in his delivery – he laughs at himself too much. That’s why I like all their other correspondents that do total deadpan. But he has really improved from when he first started anchoring the show. But the worst faux news anchor had to be Colin Quinn. It’s like he had no frigging idea how to tell a joke or do a setup – or that other idiot. I can’t remember his name. Or on SNL where they don’t even pretend to give a shit about memorizing lines and just so obviously read the teleprompter/cue cards.
Okay – I think Simpsons is on now – how dare they pre-empty it for football and then the news!
I wish I’d caught the opening ceremonies of the Olypmics. I’ve always wanted to stage something that huge and vast. I’ve been looking at the still pics and they’re slick. Hopefully I can download it when/if I get high speed working. I’ll probably be at the coffeshop most of tomorrow if the DSL doesn’t work.
Closing lyrics – some more snaches from ‘Metal’ which is actually written by Gary Numan (but I believe sung by Trent).
I could crawl around the floor just like I’m real
I need my treatment it’s tomorrow they send me
Singing “I am an American”
I’d love to pull the wires from the wall
As any Douglas Adams fan knows, a towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Mom had ordered some fancy towels for my new digs and they were en route to my abode.
I come downstairs this morning and in the stairwell is my package.
And it’s been opened.
Someone took one of my towels.
The package was inside the building – inside a locked building and some asshole took one of my frigging towels.
I used to live in Uptown and this kind of bullshit didn’t happen. Yes, someone defecated on my stairs once – but nothing was ever stolen. Sure they busted a drug ring down the street but no actual theft from inside my building.
Mom is gonna be pissed! I talked to dad and it seems everyone is experiencing a chaotic week – and this after writing affirmations in my journals the past several mornings.
In other news, the lakeside air show is this weekend so the jets are out rehearsing. I always expect to see napalm falling from skies. I wonder who pays for all the jet fuel for the air show…