Grace should be my middle name.

Location: United States

Tuesday, June 07, 2005


Here's the scenario:

You've spent 5 hours working in the sun. You're tired, hot, dehydrated and wanting only to lay on a couch and watch movies (or read the latest decorating magazine). But you got that bill in the mail for your computer and you actually have enough money to pay off the full effing thing. So you get your stuff together and write that check. It feels good to know that's one last bill every month you have to pay. All you have left to do is put the stamp on. But where is the stamp? Grrr...this is really holding up your evening activities. Where are the stamps? Oh, here they are, YES, now I can send this on it's merry way and be on mine as well. Except, where is the sealed envelope on which to PUT the stamp. You JUST had it! Where is it?

15 minutes pass and you find it in your painting box that, along with the other painting supplies are taking up you're whole danged room. Why is it in the painting box? Who knows? Who cares? Let's go.

Next on the day's agenda is inquiring about the new and much cheaper apartment you're moving into in 1 month. Or SUPPOSEDLY moving into in one month. Because when you go up and ask, "WTF? When am I moving in?" They say, "OOoooo, let's have you fill out another card."

Aside: What the heck is it with these CARDS anyway. Why aren't you using a computer system? What is this, 1977? Probably because only OLD people work there and they probably don't even know how to SPELL computer.

So the whole situation, along with a situation with your current apartment complex is completely stressfull and confusing and I most certainly won't bore you with the details. But it chafed me. A lot.

And as, I'm sure you gathered from the title of this post, I'm not feeling so happy go lucky. So I'm going to bed. Good night.


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