brown tuesday

EXHIBIT A:

EXHIBIT B:

EXHIBIT C:

At approximately 8:15 this morning, Exhibit C sat down on the futon. Exhibit B was frightened by the sudden blockage of the space heater and proceeded to jump out from behind Exhibit C, thus knocking Exhibit A into my leg, causing a great slosh of coffee to land on my jeans and the arrow keys of my already pathetic keyboard. At first, I thought just the arrows keys were toast, but it has become apparent that the entire keyboard was compromised. For the better part of the day the Enter key, the space key, all of the arrow keys have been unresponsive. They are now working, but I fear that it is all a big lie.

In other electronic news, we purchased 2 additional space heaters today. 20 seconds after plugging in space heater number 2, the circuit breaker spazzed out. One trip down to the dusty basement and we were back in business for approximately 2 minutes. Yes, I tried it again, but with the space heater on low this time. My trickery was unsuccessful. Another trip to the under belly of our building and we now have one space heater plugged into the kitchen socket (different breaker) with one of those industrial orange extension cords and the other one plugged into the living room wall. I feel bad for the landlord every time he comes to show someone our apartment. Between all the boxes and the space heaters, I'm not sure how he's going to convince someone to move into this place in December.

I'm off to do a little creative cord taping so we don't break our necks walking back and forth to the kitchen for tea (or in my case, plain hot water).

OCD dream come true

Rachel Getting Married has a dishwasher loading throwdown. Count me in, even if a wedding is one of the main plot lines.

mayday, mayday!

Reason #327 to Get. Out. of. Georgia: the ignorant high school students, also known as the next generation of adults to vote and enter the work force.

oh how we wait

Phil Collins song title for today: We Wait and We Wonder.

The apartment saga continues. Our original lease date was set for November 15th (i.e. three days from now). The owner of the apartment (or 'shareholder' if you want to be technical about it) has recognized the sloth like tendencies of her co-op board and moved our lease date to December 1st, regardless of whether we actually get to move in before that date. We have been informed that an in-person interview is most likely required (no skyping allowed), and that we both have to be present for said interview. The best part: we have no idea when it will take place because they haven't scheduled it yet.

If the owner of the apartment has met us and is planning to send us the keys to her beloved share in the co-op, why do we have to play this interview game? I know the board wants to make sure we won't be image tarnishing tenants, but can't they put some stock in the judgement of their members?

The trickledown effect of this stallout is that we have no way of planning for any aspect of the move or the Thanksgiving holiday. Can't book movers in NYC. Can't buy plane tickets. Can't recruit friends for manpower in GA. Can't book a rental truck. Can't tell our management company when we'll be out so they can rent our apartment. Can't tell my dogwalking client when she'll have to find a replacement. Can't decide whether to pack up everything or wait because it will be awhile. Can't focus on anything but the inability to plan everything.

You fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pantsers may not be sympathetic to my cause, but for the planners out there, you understand the Kryptonitic nature of the situation. My world revolves around spreadsheets and mental forecasting. I can make all the timetables I want, but they're about as useful as an umbrella at the bottom of the ocean.

The silver lining? More time for physical therapy!

instructions for the day

This is a repeat image, but it's basically all I have to say right now. Vote for the man so we can stop hearing the words "my friends" every two seconds.