Dear god. I had 2 drinks before I went to bed last night just so I could take the edge off my stressful week and sleep peacefully, and of course I woke up this morning feeling like something crawled up into my skull and took a shit. It seems like alcohol agrees with me less and less as I get older.
So now I have this slight headache/congested head feeling and I cannot process information or motivate myself to do homework at all. My english professor assigns the most asinine homework assignments ever on an almost daily basis and it is really hard for me to make myself do them when I feel good, let alone when I cannot think of anything I would rather do less, like right now. The assignment for this weekend is to read 17 pages in our writing textbook about how to write proper paragraphs and then write at least two paragraphs on "what I learned and what is still unclear". This sounds alot easier than it actually is, at least for me, because reading the book is the mental equivalent of sloughing knee-deep through wet concrete and writing about it is just plain boring and painful. I also have a significant amount of homework for one of my other classes that I don't even want to look at right now. gah.
I'm going to view an apartment tomorrow and I really really really hope it's "the one", because I'm sick of playing the apartment search game. I've already called about a dozen and looked at two, both of which I did not like. The first one was nice but it had carpet and no closet space, and the second one was just a shithole.
A few weeks ago I called about one and the manager was a grade-A certified psychopath. After telling me that they had no apartments available in the building I was interested in (despite the fact that they had listings for that building posted on craigslist that day), she proceeded to try to push me into viewing apartments on the other side of town from the ones I was interested in, and then grilled me for EXTREMELY personal information that was really none of her fucking business, especially considering that we had already established that I was not interested. She asked me how much I made each month, what I did for a living, where I worked, where my significant other worked and how much he made, how long we had been together, etc. I have only rented out 2 apartments prior to this but I don't recall the landlords EVER asking me that kind of stuff aside from the where do you work question, that's the kind of information you put on the application and the lease when you are in the process of actually procuring the apartment, NOT when you are just calling to inquire about one that isn't even available. I must have sounded visibly irritated by the end of the call because she proceeded to tell me "well we ask these kinds of questions because we dont want you to get the apartment and then not be able to pay for it" in this totally condescending tone. She then proceeded to ask me if I thought I would pass the credit check and I snapped, "well, I don't have bad credit and I've rented out apartments before and it's never been a problem." In hindsight I should have told her to fuck off and hung up, but alas. After getting off the phone with her I was sure that even if there were apartments available in the building I wanted I would not want to live there with her as a landlord because she was such a pushy intrusive cunt, I figured she would have picked up on that and thought she would leave me alone but of course she didn't. The next day she called me and left this really vaugue voicemail where she conveniently left out her name and the name of the building she was referring to and said that she was calling about an apartment I was interested in. I recognized her voice and was pissed off and officially convinced that she was a total nutcase, so I saved the number she called from in my phone under "DO NOT ANSWER!" Two days later I get another call from a number I do not recognize. Out of principle I always let numbers I don't recognize go to voicemail, and when I check my voicemail lo and behold it is her associate from another building across town that I am equally uninterested in, trying to push apartments from that building onto me. What the fuck. A few days after THAT incident she called me one last time and left this long, rambling message on my voicemail, reiterating that they had apartments in every building the property management owns, except of course the only one I stated I was interested in. christ! I almost called her and told her that she was seriously creeping me out and I was not going to live in any of their properties and that I would really appreciate it if she would stop calling me, but I figured that might exaserbate the situation. Thankfully I have not heard from her since, maybe she finally got point. jeez!
So now I have this slight headache/congested head feeling and I cannot process information or motivate myself to do homework at all. My english professor assigns the most asinine homework assignments ever on an almost daily basis and it is really hard for me to make myself do them when I feel good, let alone when I cannot think of anything I would rather do less, like right now. The assignment for this weekend is to read 17 pages in our writing textbook about how to write proper paragraphs and then write at least two paragraphs on "what I learned and what is still unclear". This sounds alot easier than it actually is, at least for me, because reading the book is the mental equivalent of sloughing knee-deep through wet concrete and writing about it is just plain boring and painful. I also have a significant amount of homework for one of my other classes that I don't even want to look at right now. gah.
I'm going to view an apartment tomorrow and I really really really hope it's "the one", because I'm sick of playing the apartment search game. I've already called about a dozen and looked at two, both of which I did not like. The first one was nice but it had carpet and no closet space, and the second one was just a shithole.
A few weeks ago I called about one and the manager was a grade-A certified psychopath. After telling me that they had no apartments available in the building I was interested in (despite the fact that they had listings for that building posted on craigslist that day), she proceeded to try to push me into viewing apartments on the other side of town from the ones I was interested in, and then grilled me for EXTREMELY personal information that was really none of her fucking business, especially considering that we had already established that I was not interested. She asked me how much I made each month, what I did for a living, where I worked, where my significant other worked and how much he made, how long we had been together, etc. I have only rented out 2 apartments prior to this but I don't recall the landlords EVER asking me that kind of stuff aside from the where do you work question, that's the kind of information you put on the application and the lease when you are in the process of actually procuring the apartment, NOT when you are just calling to inquire about one that isn't even available. I must have sounded visibly irritated by the end of the call because she proceeded to tell me "well we ask these kinds of questions because we dont want you to get the apartment and then not be able to pay for it" in this totally condescending tone. She then proceeded to ask me if I thought I would pass the credit check and I snapped, "well, I don't have bad credit and I've rented out apartments before and it's never been a problem." In hindsight I should have told her to fuck off and hung up, but alas. After getting off the phone with her I was sure that even if there were apartments available in the building I wanted I would not want to live there with her as a landlord because she was such a pushy intrusive cunt, I figured she would have picked up on that and thought she would leave me alone but of course she didn't. The next day she called me and left this really vaugue voicemail where she conveniently left out her name and the name of the building she was referring to and said that she was calling about an apartment I was interested in. I recognized her voice and was pissed off and officially convinced that she was a total nutcase, so I saved the number she called from in my phone under "DO NOT ANSWER!" Two days later I get another call from a number I do not recognize. Out of principle I always let numbers I don't recognize go to voicemail, and when I check my voicemail lo and behold it is her associate from another building across town that I am equally uninterested in, trying to push apartments from that building onto me. What the fuck. A few days after THAT incident she called me one last time and left this long, rambling message on my voicemail, reiterating that they had apartments in every building the property management owns, except of course the only one I stated I was interested in. christ! I almost called her and told her that she was seriously creeping me out and I was not going to live in any of their properties and that I would really appreciate it if she would stop calling me, but I figured that might exaserbate the situation. Thankfully I have not heard from her since, maybe she finally got point. jeez!
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drizzle:
Thanks for the comment, mi love. I think I'm going to try to wrangle my boyfriend up to Portland again soon. I kinda miss it.
madison:
thanks for checking out my set!!!
