My air conditioning is broken. We figured it out on moving day and on Monday I went to sign the lease and report that we had a serious problem. The manager...who I'll call Nicky said that she would send Dick the Maintenance guy over as soon as he was done cleaning the pool.
I was gone most of the day so I assumed that Dick had come to the apartment. Do you know what happens when you ASSume something? Yeah, that. It's been 90 degrees everyday...the kids are getting heat stroke and I'm getting tipsy on ice cold boxed Chardonay and getting NOTHING unpacked.
Today I went to remind Nicky about my AC and she apparently forgot. I'm starting to think she's had some kind of head injury because she didn't forget to tell me about all of the misfortune that has befallen her family. I've now learned not to talk about ANYTHING except apartment business because every time you say something she follows it with 'That's like this one time'. Talking about traffic leads to a conversation about how her husband lost his leg and her son was in a coma. She also doesn't have any upper teeth and I have a hard time understanding her.
This is our 5th day in our new apartment and I think I'm finally ready to talk about it. Downsizing has been surprisingly hard. I say that because I've lived in worse places than this...I've lived in a 100 year old farm house and the well broke for 6 weeks. I've had it worse!
Maybe it's because I now have children and had I looked at this place myself...I would have NOT rented it. It's old and it's cheap. As they say...you get what you pay for. I miss my beautiful house and large kitchen and I'd love to go to sleep without the sound of someone's bass pounding through my wall. I'd give anything to see Brother Horton at my door....
The day that we arrived...we almost hit a 10 year old girl that was riding her bike and texting. Yesterday I saw a 2 year old wandering the sidewalk alone and a mother driving with kids NOT in seat belts. I'd take the kids to the pool but I've seen those people and I really don't want my kids to breath cigarette smoke while they are playing in the pool, plus according to the newsletter I got today...one of those A-holes stole one of the life jackets that was donated by the fire department. And if they will just please return it, no one will say a word. The good news is that if I did go to the pool...I'd be the skinny one. Just sayin.
Speaking of the newsletter....it was a wealth of information. I found out the pool code, that the landscapers come on Tuesday (but they were a day late and mowed the grass today) and that someone has been using the trash can in the laundry room as a restroom. Oh...and they just installed a recycling container on the property. This was good news to me because I was about to try to find somewhere to take my items. Here is a list of items that they will not except:
- Plastic Bags
- Plastic Tops
- Needles and Syringes
- 6 pack holders
- Light Bulbs
- Boxes of Wine
- Plastic Microwave Trays
- To Go Containers
The good news is that all of their beer cans, vodka bottles and milk cartons can absolutely be recycled!
I know it sounds like I'm complaining and maybe I am...just a little bit. I'm trying to look at the bright side...which is that iKeith loves his new job and this is not forever. This is our temporary home...
I just saw Dooce's post about her new house...and I think her office is as big as my entire apartment.
Disclaimer: The opinions and thoughts of Connie are not necessarily the opinions and thoughts of iKeith. Also...this post is brought to you by Franzia but they did not contribute to the livelihood or bank account of Connie. Only to her happiness.