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offbalanceSo as some of you already know from The Book of Face, I had to take yesterday off at the last minute due to an inspection that the Housing Authority needed to do. We found out from our management company on Monday. Originally ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
j_bkl was off, but at the last minute, he needed to work Friday. Fine. So, I stayed around, pissed, but waiting. The super had told J that the previous tenant had made a complaint. I had no idea how long it was going to take, but it was supposedly any time between 9 and 5. UGH. Literally minutes before they showed up at 12:30, I called the management office to hear if they'd heard anything and found out that they were in the building. Yay! (I would have been pissed if I'd taken the morning off for nothing, since Fridays I only work until 12:45, thanks to lovely lovely summer hours.) They Housing people were very nice, asked if they could come in, but laughed when I said, "Well, that's why I took today off of work!" The owner was with them, too.
It turns out? Someone had made a complaint in 1989. Yes, you read that right. 1989. At the time, the wooden kitchen floor was broken, as was the smoke detector, and there was something wrong with the kitchen window. In 2007, before J moved in, they did a gut reno of the apartment, putting in a new *tile* kitchen floor, fixing the window, and giving us a shiny new smoke detector. No one had any idea why this was all still on the books. At all. But the inspection took a grand total of 5 minutes. The Housing Authority person only asked to see the "bedroom," because he thought the smoke detector should be closer to it (it's outside the kitchen). But, when he saw that it took no more than 5 steps to get to the bedroom, since we have a studio, he laughed and said that it was fine. That's it.
After they left, I had an attack of supreme laziness. I ordered Chinese from a new place I'd been meaning to try (not bad) and watched two episodes of Doctor Who. Then I got ready and met James for Scott Pilgrim. Which was not 100% perfect, but I really enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. (Michael Cera is fun, but he has a pretty limited range. Jesse Eisenberg may be a similar type, but he's a MUCH better actor!) Also, I have to take this opportunity to apologize toantheia, because I totally and completely get what is so awesome about Ramona Flowers' hair now.
So, here I am, Saturday morning, 10:15 am. I have no chores to do. No, really. J did the laundry when he was off during the week. When we found out we were being inspected, we cleaned the holy hell out of the place, and it still looks awesome. I don't even have any dishes to do.
What I have to do today is as follows:
- go and buy a bday present for a party I'm attending tomorrow afternoon
- go to the drugstore
- take a book back to the library
- buy some bread to go with dinner
- make dinner
That's about it. And only the first and last things on the list will take any kind of time. I am not used to this. I am used to having 938473874 things to do on a Saturday. I'm not used to it being all laid back and crap. It's a nice feeling!
j_bkl was off, but at the last minute, he needed to work Friday. Fine. So, I stayed around, pissed, but waiting. The super had told J that the previous tenant had made a complaint. I had no idea how long it was going to take, but it was supposedly any time between 9 and 5. UGH. Literally minutes before they showed up at 12:30, I called the management office to hear if they'd heard anything and found out that they were in the building. Yay! (I would have been pissed if I'd taken the morning off for nothing, since Fridays I only work until 12:45, thanks to lovely lovely summer hours.) They Housing people were very nice, asked if they could come in, but laughed when I said, "Well, that's why I took today off of work!" The owner was with them, too. It turns out? Someone had made a complaint in 1989. Yes, you read that right. 1989. At the time, the wooden kitchen floor was broken, as was the smoke detector, and there was something wrong with the kitchen window. In 2007, before J moved in, they did a gut reno of the apartment, putting in a new *tile* kitchen floor, fixing the window, and giving us a shiny new smoke detector. No one had any idea why this was all still on the books. At all. But the inspection took a grand total of 5 minutes. The Housing Authority person only asked to see the "bedroom," because he thought the smoke detector should be closer to it (it's outside the kitchen). But, when he saw that it took no more than 5 steps to get to the bedroom, since we have a studio, he laughed and said that it was fine. That's it.
After they left, I had an attack of supreme laziness. I ordered Chinese from a new place I'd been meaning to try (not bad) and watched two episodes of Doctor Who. Then I got ready and met James for Scott Pilgrim. Which was not 100% perfect, but I really enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. (Michael Cera is fun, but he has a pretty limited range. Jesse Eisenberg may be a similar type, but he's a MUCH better actor!) Also, I have to take this opportunity to apologize to
antheia, because I totally and completely get what is so awesome about Ramona Flowers' hair now. So, here I am, Saturday morning, 10:15 am. I have no chores to do. No, really. J did the laundry when he was off during the week. When we found out we were being inspected, we cleaned the holy hell out of the place, and it still looks awesome. I don't even have any dishes to do.
What I have to do today is as follows:
- go and buy a bday present for a party I'm attending tomorrow afternoon
- go to the drugstore
- take a book back to the library
- buy some bread to go with dinner
- make dinner
That's about it. And only the first and last things on the list will take any kind of time. I am not used to this. I am used to having 938473874 things to do on a Saturday. I'm not used to it being all laid back and crap. It's a nice feeling!
