This Time You've Gone Too Far

This weekend during the housewarming party at the new place, some guy tried to gain access into my apartment. He identified himself as a representative of the property management but refused to produce identification. BG and his brothers were there and as soon as they came to the door buddy took off, saying we were being unreasonable and we need to keep it down. He also said that our neighbors had gone to him personally, as he was the building rep, and complained about the noise coming from our place. When I checked (because I do this kind of thing; I check shit out) by knocking on the doors of our neightbors both on our floor and the floor below, only one person was home and he was unaware we were having a party. And he was very upset to hear that someone had told us he complained.

Did I mention building-rep guy was wearing only boxers? Anyway, when I phoned the office this morning to complain, the woman I spoke to was appalled that this sort of thing would happen. I described the guy; she said that there was no one on staff that lives in the building except for the super. She became more agitated when I told her there were children present at the partyand they had seen him in his boxers. She assured me that it would be dealt with and told me that she was putting the information into our file. When BG spoke to our super, the super knew from the description given who it was and said he would have a word with him.

So, not only is there is a crazy cat-lady at the end of the hall who comes out of her apartment whenever she hears movement to grill the people as to where they are going and for how long, there is also a weirdo below us who like to play dress up but forgets to include pants. Colourful group of people in the building. That being said, it was a great party and it's a wonderful space and I am happy to have an apartment once again.

Just wish the apartment application had come with an info sheet on the tenants.

Losing Patience With Being Patient

Being patient is not one of my strengths. When I get an idea in my head, I want it to happen that very second and sometimes I become agitated when I am told that expecting immediate results is retarded. Like now. I am waiting for Rogers to hook up my cable and internet at my new apartment and I just texted BG to see if it's been done, knowing that it's only been five minutes since my last text asking the same thing. I will probably keep texting until I am told to stop. I just can't help myself.

I am also feeling like a bit of a failure because I had such high hopes for participating in NaNoWriMo and I completely fucked it up. I could blame work, my injury, school, homelessness, or any other number of things both real and imagined but the crux of it is that I got lazy.

There. I said it. I got lazy and let it slide, which is not normally something I would do, hence the disappointment I am feeling for not following through. This whole month has been about me just barely managing to eke by and it's only happened because along with being incredibly impatient I am also very determined. Some people might think that means that I am bull-headed, however I prefer to think of it as being strong-willed. It sounds nicer.

Did anything good come out of this horrific month? Sure, lots of things. I have a fantastic apartment that will be completely furnished as of tonight, a housewarming party coming up this weekend, a wonderful partner, fantastic friends, and a freezer full of vodka. What more could a girl ask for?

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An Update

A lot has happened in the past few weeks. The awesome apartment I was to move into has turned out to be not-so awesome and I am on the hunt for a new place that will not entice people to try and kick in my door. My knee is healing well; although it still is not good, I can at least walk on it and take my pants off without BG having to shield his eyes from the hideous bruising. Work is incredibly busy and school is not going well because of my lack of concentration and the missed classes.

I am on the verge of moving yet still in limbo until I hear from my prospective new landlord. This is the part that I cannot stand: the waiting and the not-knowing. I am not the most patient person at the best of times and now because I am so stressed out it's even worse. Thankfully, my friends and family have gathered around me to help out with packing up two apartments, arranging to drive a cube van, and trying to find alternate homes for my cats.

Because of the situation I am heading into, I can't take them with me. Enough said. I am trying to deal with it the best way I can which means I am drinking too much and not getting enough sleep. It is the middle of November and I need to be out of both my apartments in less than 2 weeks. I don't know where I am going yet, and although I have put money down on a place there is no guarantee I will get it. I have been sleeping at BG's house and while that's good, I can't stay there indefinitely. No one minds me being there, I just feel like I am intruding.

I am frustrated, exhausted, and I need another good cry. Last week I had a meltdown and BG told me that he was surprised at how long it took before I finally broke. I am not proud of that; I think it's a bit scary that I can do that kind of thing. Anyway, I had a really good hiccupping cry while he held me and then that was it. A few tears since then, but no further breakdowns.

Of course, that could all change depending on whether or not I get this apartment.