March 19th, 2014


Funny story

Funny story: Earlier, I got to the transit center bus stop for line 71 bus homeward, and on the seat of the stop was this giant fruit peel. I thought it was a cantaloupe or honeydew at first, but it turned out to be the biggest effing grapefruit I've ever seen. And not a pile of peels, but cut open like one of those onion flower things, almost as if someone had put it there on purpose as spontaneous art.

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I'll be glad to be shot of this phone

Phone: No, not gonna let you text Transit Tracker to find out when the bus is, not anymore; you'll have to call. All other texts, fine, but not Transit Tracker. Nope. Nobody else is having a problem with it, just you.
Phone: Oh and I'll be turning myself off for no apparent reason at random intervals.
Phone: Sometimes I'll last a week on a single charge, and other times I think I'll need recharging every 12 hours or less. I'm funny that way.
Phone: Now I'm making random annoying beeping noises on phone calls, thus making some words impossible to hear, always at the worst possible moment. Like Transit Tracker, where I will cover up the time it'll take the bus to come, so you have to call back!
Phone: I feel like just changing some of your settings at random for shits and giggles. For instance, you like the beeps the buttons make when you press them? Gonna stop doing that every now and then, just to fuck with you. Oh, and now the colors are inverted. Why? Because fuck you, that's why.
Phone: Better turn keyguard off if you intend to use the timer, or else when the timer goes off, you won't be able to stop it without power cycling me.
Phone: Every so often I'll garble the words of the person on the other side so badly that you won't have a fucking clue what they're saying. Fun, eh?
Phone: Aaaand today we start the fun I like to call "You're calling someone? Then I won't even start ringing their end for, like, a whole fucking minute." You'll just have to sit there and wait for it to start ringing.
Phone:For my next trick, I will make it impossible for the person on the other end to hear you at all, not all the time, just whenever the mood strikes. Why, you ask? Seriously, you're still asking that?
Phone: On a related note, sometimes the person on the other end sounds like they're at the bottom of a well. Or you will, to them.
Phone: Today I bring you the sound of your own voice from the earpiece whenever you talk.
Phone: What? No cell signal? Then I have fuck-all idea what the time is. You have to be up at a certain time? Pardon me while I point and laugh at your suffering. Consider this a permanent fixture.

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When we moved in, we were assured it would be months before the first inspection. Now a little over a week after moving in, they're doing an inspection of all units to look for people smoking in their apartments. And including ours in that, even though we were the ones complaining about the cigarette smoke in the halls (Amy is VERY allergic), and already told them about all the nicotine one the walls from them not cleaning this place very well when the last person moved out.

Luckily, there wasn't a lot to do. I got everything I could either into the closet or under the tables by the bed, or under the bed itself. My room looks very nice. Amy is still working on her bit. I did dishes, too, and as soon as the kitchen floor is clear, I'm gonna sweep up and one or both of us is gonna clean what few small messes have accumulated. Anyway, I will be very glad when I can get a storage unit for most of the crap currently residing in the closet. I want to be able to actually go in the closet.

Also got the space under the microwave cleared out of all the boxes and stuff that were under it. I keep wondering if it's possible to put a chair there. I think I would have to move the old microwave stand and put the chair there, though, because putting it on either side of that counter-top (which has an empty space under it because it was designed for a person in a wheelchair) would put it in the way. I'm also not happy with where the trash is, but I can't think of a better place for it.

I am going to try to work out some kind of printed-out cleaning schedule thing rewarding myself with stickers for getting stuff done, since that's working so well at keeping me from forgetting my anti-depressant. I don't actually like messy houses, I just find it hard to keep things clean. But I intend to keep it as clean as possible at all times to make inspections easier to prepare for. Ideally, I'd like to be "Oh, an inspection? Well I'll mop the floor once just to be sure." and have that be all I'd need to do. Not sure how realistic a goal that is, but it's good to have goals.

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