Vortexia's Secret

apartment managers are funny. they make minor problems sound catastrophic and the issues you really care about are looked upon with extreme skepticism.

take the following examples. you have a small leak, a little drip really. so you call it in as such, and later read the report that was given to the maintenance man. "water is gushing from the pipes." say what?? so the maintenace guy thinks you're a psychotic chicken little who thinks the world will end if everything is not just perfect. then you actually have something you want fixed, so you call it in. say your bathtub won't hold the water because they installed the wrong sized stopper. not catastrophic, but annoying and you want it fixed. so you call in that the stopper is the wrong size. they will either call in emergency maintenance to screw in the correct sized stopper and take the poor guy from his wife and children, or they will write out an order like "she thinks the stopper won't hold water and assumes it's because the stopper is the wrong size." makes you sound idiotic and incompetent. a similar trick is when you call in that something is clearly broken and the note reads "resident thinks thus-and-such might be broken." uh, no, i know it's broken. so they review the situation and think "now why in the world would she not know for sure that it's broken?!"

just a little random frustration.

so what else... work was crazy nuts today. oh yes, i just got a job. finally! this is how busy i was... i prepared coffee this morning to get through the day. i managed to down a couple sips and that was it. poured the rest down the drain once i finally got home. so yes, i'm a working woman now. that's about all the details you'll get because i won't be writing about it, but don't fear... i like the job.

so i kind of have a whole new life. or it feels like it at least.

i ate a big take out box of leftovers for dinner and i'm falling over sleepy right now.

so the other day i went to the grocery store and passed by the brach's selection. i've passed it a thousand times before in the store and never even paused for a sample. actually, i used to even think that nobody ever bought that candy and wondered why it was still around. but the other day, i saw it, and i wanted it. at first i was just going to get a couple samples. i asked mayhem for 20 cents so i could get the samples. the little lock box said samples: 10 cents. i would feel guilty taking a sample without paying. mayhem didn't see the little sign so he picked up the little candies and said "let's go." i pointed to the sign and said i had to pay if i wanted them. i didn't have any change and he didn't have 2 dimes. so my final decision was to just get a whole bag of candies. so who knew people actually bought those candies. even more so, who knew that i would buy them. so now i have a little stash.

i think i'll have a little candy from my stash and go to bed. i am truly falling-over-tired.

throw any questions or comments at me. i need a little grease to get these squeaky old blogging wheels turning at full throttle again.