And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in
Geez, nothing like disappearing off the face of the internet for two weeks. Here's what went down: we got this letter (pushed mysteriously underneath the door. I have no idea who does this. I mean I have been there, right there by the door, when envelopes have been pushed under the door before, and I never heard the elevator either arriving or departing and there was nobody in the hall and what is this, ninja mail delivery? I mean come on the office is operated primarily by vaguely obsequious old men, who is doing this stealth delivery?) informing us that
"as per your lease, blah blah, management will be showing this apartment to prospective renters on Saturday and Sunday, keep it tidy,
xoxoxo
the management"
This was Friday night. This apartment was not, by strict definition, tidy. If you kind of squinted up your eyes and looked at the definition sideways in the dark, it still wasn't tidy. Friday night was a flurry of panicked push'n shove style power cleaning, which resulted in me cramming as much stuff as I could into the only large hiding space I had, which was under my bed, where my computer is. I packed an impressive amount of crap in there and hung up a curtain. So long as you didn't breathe too hard on my nearly-buckled closet door or have some kind of Wizard of Oz fixation with tearing down curtains, Tidy had been accomplished.
Of course, there was now so much stuff packed into my little underbed office that getting to my computer was more or less out of the question. But no big deal, right? I can handle going a weekend without my computer. Come Monday I'd be sweating bullets and have a serious case of the shakes, but I could make it. It was only for the weekend, anyway.
Until late Sunday night another envelope inexplicably appeared beneath our door. And again last night.
So pretty much our apartment has been continuously available for showing for all of the last week. This is wearing pretty thin. If they want to show it on the weekends, ok fine, that's only two days, I can do that. If they want to show it on a few week days, all right, just let me have some reasonable advance warning. But seven days a week? I'm sorry, apartment # 7/11 is down the hall, this is 704. Sometimes we just gotta chillax it.
"as per your lease, blah blah, management will be showing this apartment to prospective renters on Saturday and Sunday, keep it tidy,
xoxoxo
the management"
This was Friday night. This apartment was not, by strict definition, tidy. If you kind of squinted up your eyes and looked at the definition sideways in the dark, it still wasn't tidy. Friday night was a flurry of panicked push'n shove style power cleaning, which resulted in me cramming as much stuff as I could into the only large hiding space I had, which was under my bed, where my computer is. I packed an impressive amount of crap in there and hung up a curtain. So long as you didn't breathe too hard on my nearly-buckled closet door or have some kind of Wizard of Oz fixation with tearing down curtains, Tidy had been accomplished.
Of course, there was now so much stuff packed into my little underbed office that getting to my computer was more or less out of the question. But no big deal, right? I can handle going a weekend without my computer. Come Monday I'd be sweating bullets and have a serious case of the shakes, but I could make it. It was only for the weekend, anyway.
Until late Sunday night another envelope inexplicably appeared beneath our door. And again last night.
So pretty much our apartment has been continuously available for showing for all of the last week. This is wearing pretty thin. If they want to show it on the weekends, ok fine, that's only two days, I can do that. If they want to show it on a few week days, all right, just let me have some reasonable advance warning. But seven days a week? I'm sorry, apartment # 7/11 is down the hall, this is 704. Sometimes we just gotta chillax it.
posted by Betsi at 9:29 PM
1 Comments:
I got to thinking, you could go to the Dunn Bros. or the Starbuck's or whatever coffee joint is down accross from Lowry Park down there and take over one of their computers for awhile, couldn't you? Or maybe they don't have one of them there...whatever...
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