What a crappy weekend.
I found out that the man we rented the apartment from…the manager, not the owner…is moving away. So, guess who the new managers are? That’s right…the noise-makers from above. So, if things should get out of control with the noise and the parties, who can I file a complaint with? No one.
Also, my lease says no pets, but there is a dog that pitter-patters all day long upstairs, and I’ve counted three cats so far in the window of the apartment on the very top. Yet, I can’t have one.
Such is my life.
I’m having deep, deep, deep regrets about this place. I sort of feel like a prisoner who peeks out of my bars all day, but can’t actually seem to get out of here.
Eh, it’ll pass.
Truth is, I’m just in a crappy mood. On Friday, I had no less than four episodes of flashers in both eyes when I was trying to work. Needless to say, I had to stop. And anyway, I can’t do a thing with this laptop…I get warnings and freeze-ups and most programs just shut themselves off without any warning, and there’s still no money to get my computer fixed. I should really just give up on it all and maybe get a fricking waitress job or something.
Plus, I’m terribly, terribly lonely. I’ve tried numerous times to reconnect with my friends but I honestly think I’m being ignored and merely tolerated. LM was supposed to get back with me about a job opp and a lunch date, but…nada. And that’s only one example.
Okay, well I’m just full of complaints so I’ll drag myself outta this and see what I can accomplish today.
Life is good.
July 14, 2008 at 8:06 am |
Oh, I’m so sorry you’re feeling bad now. Wish we were closer to each other so we could hang out- -I know all about the loneliness. It’s part of what’s killing me here.
I wish I had good advice about your upstairs neighbors, but I’ve had too many bad experiences to know how to handle it without causing a rift. Maybe you could talk to the one who doesn’t yell outside? Maybe it’s a simple matter of not realizing how much noise they’re making. In any case, I do hope you get some peace from them.
Does the manager now know about the future managers’ pets? That’s completely unfair. However, we’re only allowed to have one cat, and you know how many pets we have. Maybe you can get away with having a housepet.
I hope your floaters don’t get worse. Remember what I called mine? A shit weasel.
July 15, 2008 at 7:11 am |
Wish we were closer to each other so we could hang out- That would be just about one of the coolest things ever.
Thanks for the commiseration, and I know you know what I’m talking about:)
The former manager (from whom we rented) knows about the new managers’ pet, and the other tenant’s kitties. He has a dog, too, plus he seems to spend a little time here and there with the upstairs ladies himself (guess that’s how they got to be the new managers).
I have flashers more than floaters…never had a single one till shortly after my return to Alaska in 2005. Now I have them pretty regularly. They give me vertigo for some reason and make me feel nauseous. Just getting older I guess. Didn’t you get yours from a torn or detached retina? Mine just…happened.
:)