roller coaster... of house
Bleurgh, today sucked nuts. And totally rocked, depending on how you look at it.
Work was absolute chaos. We are understaffed at three people in my position, and today the other two were absent, and a decision I made a few months ago came back to bite me in the ass. Not that I'm going to bitch about work, much, but I wanted to set the tone.
Roundabout 2:00 for what I thought was mere formality, I called the landlord to confirm that my credit check was OK. In broken French about an octave higher than I normally speak, I chipperly (is that a word? Well, it is now...) asked the lady when I could come by to sign the lease. "C'est deja loue. Le propriateur a choisi l'autre monsieur." Say what now? It's freakin' rented already? How is that possible!? You bastards! So I pouted a bit and hung up and then got hit by the emotional just-lost-sweet-apartment ton of bricks. Fuck, la, I have to go through this searching thing all over again.
So I moped around and complained to all my coworkers about my plight (maybe, in hindsight, not the smartest thing I've ever done... work/personal life separation, there, champ). I stopped charging time at around 4:30 and started surfing the web for apartments. It was just depressing, and by the time I left at 5:30 I was really down in the dumps. So, of course, I came back to roomie... why the hell is she doing this to me? Doesn't she realize that this apartment is my home? Bitch bitch bitch...
Then my cell bleeps at me. Just as I was on the other line whining about losing super apartment. It's New Landlord. "On a fait un erreur, madame, l'appartement c'est a toi." WHAT?! It's mine again!? Jesus murphy, I about blew a gasket.
So, in the end, it's OK. The move is back on. Rooftop terrace and pool with park view are still mine, mine, mine. My shit still has to go into boxes and move accross the city, but hey. At least it's moving somewhere.
Work was absolute chaos. We are understaffed at three people in my position, and today the other two were absent, and a decision I made a few months ago came back to bite me in the ass. Not that I'm going to bitch about work, much, but I wanted to set the tone.
Roundabout 2:00 for what I thought was mere formality, I called the landlord to confirm that my credit check was OK. In broken French about an octave higher than I normally speak, I chipperly (is that a word? Well, it is now...) asked the lady when I could come by to sign the lease. "C'est deja loue. Le propriateur a choisi l'autre monsieur." Say what now? It's freakin' rented already? How is that possible!? You bastards! So I pouted a bit and hung up and then got hit by the emotional just-lost-sweet-apartment ton of bricks. Fuck, la, I have to go through this searching thing all over again.
So I moped around and complained to all my coworkers about my plight (maybe, in hindsight, not the smartest thing I've ever done... work/personal life separation, there, champ). I stopped charging time at around 4:30 and started surfing the web for apartments. It was just depressing, and by the time I left at 5:30 I was really down in the dumps. So, of course, I came back to roomie... why the hell is she doing this to me? Doesn't she realize that this apartment is my home? Bitch bitch bitch...
Then my cell bleeps at me. Just as I was on the other line whining about losing super apartment. It's New Landlord. "On a fait un erreur, madame, l'appartement c'est a toi." WHAT?! It's mine again!? Jesus murphy, I about blew a gasket.
So, in the end, it's OK. The move is back on. Rooftop terrace and pool with park view are still mine, mine, mine. My shit still has to go into boxes and move accross the city, but hey. At least it's moving somewhere.
posted by M at 8:24 PM
1 Comments:
I was just about to email you to ask how the search was going. Congrats on getting the apartment.
(other) M
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