June 9, 2003
Catch Up
So, let's see. What's going on? Saturday I spent working all day, about ten hours. I was busy taking care of documents, cleaning off a network drive (which reclaimed over 7 GB of space, thank you), and goofing off on the Internet. I have been working long days for the last week or so, and Saturday was no exception.
When I left work around 11:30 pm (yes, I am a lunatic) I drove through the city on the way home checking out the addresses of a few apartments that I had found on Craig's List. I am looking for apartments again. I go through this once every couple of months, but this time I know it's for real. I really should have done this a long time ago, and I'm not in the mood to go into the sordid details here. Besides, the more I think about it myself, the more I realize how in denial I've been, and even that's saying too much. Anyway, I've been making a list of the apartments that captured my interest, and I thought I would drive around to see what they looked like. It was the middle of the night, and traffic was sparse, so I could linger outside of the prospective residence to get more than a passing glimpse. That took longer than I expected, and I got home late, so late that I won't even mention it. I'm starting to figure out the hidden meaning of Landlord English. "Charming" means miniscule, for instance.
It is so frustrating. Two of my co-workers are looking for apartments, too. We spend time comparing notes on places we've found interesting and sharing horror stories of the landlords. I think I've found a place in a kick-ass location, but it's run by a property management company. I've never had good luck with property management. They always expect their tenants to have golden credit, and when you try to discuss why your credit isn't golden and assure them that rent and PG&E payments come before food and new shoes, they seem to think you're an ex-con with a closet full of dead bodies or something. At least that's been my experience. But I digress...
I spent Sunday morning sleeping. I don't usually like to sleep in because it takes up the free time that I have on the weekends. In fact, I often wish I didn't have to sleep at all on the weekends. I like to cram as much stuff as possible into my two days off, and eight hours (or even less) of sleep per night takes away from that. Whatever. Sunday afternoon I went and got my new phone. After I bought it, took it home, figured out how to use it, I looked at my old phone and realized that the new one was such an impulse buy. Still, it only cost me $49, and it came with a $50 rebate making it cost AT&T a buck for me to buy their phone. OK. So, it's $150 cheaper than my previous phone, it's smaller and lighter, and it has beaucoup plus de features than the old one. It's amazing what technology can do in the span of one year. I like it. I especially like the Charlie's Angels ringtone that came with it.
Sunday night I spent looking for songs that I've heard on the radio but whose artist I didn't know. Turns out that all of the songs I thought were sung by Whitney Houston were actually sung by Deborah Cox. I didn't know who she was until this weekend, and I think I've fallen in love again. And who's this Tamia person? And why does it take so long for songs that are popular in Europe to make their way to the US?
Went to bed late, dreamt of bizarre things, woke up late Monday morning, and am now sitting at work trying to stretch a half-day project until 5 p.m.
I guess that's all.
