Wet Carpet Update
Ewwww...not like that! Ok, so they still aren't fully sure what caused the leak, but they tried to fix a couple of different things. I spent the entire weekend with most of my hall carpet pulled up so the portable industrial fan could dry out the situation. I will say that it got worse before it got better and was in fact, so soaking wet on Sunday that I had to call the office again. I have no idea if they came in and did anything, but on Monday when the guy came in to remove the fan, the carpet did seem amazingly drier. Of course due to the humidity and the molding carpet, my formerly lovely apartment had begun to take on this ummm stench, I guess you could say. Luckily, the carpet people that came to get their stuff did graciously steam clean my hall carpet and after burning about 17 scented candles and some essential oils, the place smells better. Who knows what the next trials and tribulations at the abode will be...

High School Scam
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High School Scam

I think I know some people who graduated from here and I think they work in my apartment complex!

Apartment Idiots
Mood:  irritated
Ok, so here is a story. I get up this morning at 6am and I walk through my hallway to get a glass of OJ. (the juice, not the man) Whilst walking on my carpet, I notice one part in particular is soaking wet. I am still sort of asleep so I thought maybe I was imagining it, so I investigated further. Yep, it was soaking wet. So, I check the ceiling--nothing leaking there. I check in front of the washer/dryer, which I haven't used since Saturday and nothing there, but the wall in the hall does border the w/d unit. So, on my way to work, I call my apt. complex and leave a detailed message as to the nature of the problem. Fast forward to about 10am this morning and I get a call from the Kathy Ireland sounding lady that works there (actually she makes Kathy Ireland sound mature) and I redescribe the problem. Then she says and I quote "Are you sure it was wet?" Are you kidding me with this? Am I sure it was wet? No, in fact, it was just a little joke I thought I would play on you all this morning at 7am. Seriously? Seriously. Un. Acceptable. Anyway, who knows where it was from or if anyone will actually take care of it. I guess I will find out in about 5 hours.

To Clip Or Not To Clip
What am I talking about you ask? Well, basically I am referring to the ever popular mobile phone accessory, the belt clip. First and foremost, let me mention that I understand that they can be a useful accessory for when you need to have access to your phone. I will say that under no circumstances are they attractive and should be avoided except when extremely necessary. Take for example an ex-boyfriend I used to have. Let's call him John. Well, when I met John, he was just finishing up a failed stint at the fire academy...I know, that should have been my first clue. So, we go out on a couple dates, have a good time and enjoy ourselves. Things go well and we start dating more seriously. I come to find out that the boy is addicted to his cell phone and often times will clip it to his belt when we go out. Now, perhaps this is just me being selfish, but seriously, the man had no job--does he really need to have that much immediate access to his phone? On top of that, he never, ever tucked his shirts in, so he would have this weird pooch where his shirt would get caught on the phone. It looked ridiculous.

Now, I realize that I could be making a mountain out of a molehill and also am not so much against the belt clip as the incessant need for persons to be in constant digital contact with others when they are out to dinner, on dates or doing something of the like. If someone is planning on meeting up with you, by all means, get that phone out. However, if you are on a date and you aren't someone who needs to be paged for emergencies...take off the belt clip. Just do it. You'll be better off, I swear.

Today is a New Day
Ok, well I don't have a whole lot to write about, so I thought I would touch upon my Documentary Film class that I am currently taking. Well, first I need to mention that it is a study of doc. film as it relates to history. As I am sure you can imagine, we are focusing a good bit on WWII and the films that accompanied it. We spent last Monday watching a movie called "Night and Fog" which was possibly one of the most visually horrific movies I have ever seen in my entire life. Mainly because it used actual footage captured when the Allies went into many of the concentration camps. The movie was very much a juxtaposition of what appears in these places now and what happened in the past. It was one of the most sobering things I have ever viewed. To think that things like that occurred are sickening. One of the most interesting things, though is the fact that the filmmaker had the foresight in 1955, when the movie was made to state that things like this can happen anywhere at any time and we must be vigilant to protect against this. Knowing today's climate and what has happened since 1955, you can see that he was correct. So, the question begs to be asked...at what point does a witnessing of human atrocities parlay itself into action of an intervening nation?

The Men I Meet
Mood:  sharp
Now, I really can't figure out how I meet certain men, although I am sure some would say perhaps I shouldn't hang out in bars so much, but oh well. So, today I am going to list the certain men I have come into contact with recently. First: the seemingly cool guy who drinks way too much and then acts like an ass. 2nd: really foreign guy who thinks it is appropriate to invade your personal space when talking, even though you can't understand what he is saying and he isn't even cute. 3rd: Guy who eggs on bachelor #2 by telling him I am interested in him b/c he thinks it is funny. Which, it is until the foreigner gets way too drunk and overzealous, resulting in his getting removed forcibly from the bar. Or my favorite, #4: guy who asks you out to which you agree, then he gets to drinking some more and keeps asking you to go over to his apt. just for a second, to see it and then when you say I won't until we have had a proper date then he says you are mean or perhaps a lesbian. Perhaps I should begin hanging out in coffee shops or supermarkets or even...gasp...church. Of course, with all of those, I run the risk of meeting someone who totally doesn't drink and that would be unacceptable. Been there done that and it isn't fun...

New Office Neighborhood
Mood:  lyrical
So, I was walking on 7th street to my office this morning and there are a lot of art galleries and restaurants around here...so I was noticing the scenery when I passed by this architecture firm and they had all these weird sculptures that looked like they were made out of shellacked saran wrap--most were of people in various poses. However, the best by far was the huge sperm that was in the front window. And by huge, I mean it was as long as two of me laid end to end (about 11 feet) and the big bulbous part was about the size of 3 or 4 J-Lo rear ends--maybe even 5 or 6!

Sleep Glorious Sleep
Well, my caffeine has finally worn off and the 4 hours of sleep that I obtained last night are certainly not playing into my favor at this point. Just had a wonderful meeting with my boss in which I got more projects that are completely foreign to me, although I guess that happens in any new job. Just trying to keep things straight. So, I ended up out last night until 3am although it isn't what you think. I was helping a friend out who was on 'mom' duty while her husband was out on the town. Being the good friend I am, I agreed to come over and watch some movies. 3am later and I am finally on my way home--that of course also includes an hour or so I slept on the floor with my lovely fleece blanket. At least it is Friday and I don't have to work tomorrow. That is awesome!

Fabulous Coworker
Mood:  silly
Ok--so this woman comes into my office to give me some edits on a piece we are producing. So, she comes over to my desk and mentions that she has been a little slow today and to bear with her. Ok, I said. She stated she was apparently having some eye problems, possibly due to allergies. So, she takes her glasses off (please note at this point I hadn't really looked at her straight on) and notices that one of her lenses is completely missing from her glasses which could be causing this blurry vision. So I asked if she was having this problem all day and she said she wasn't sure, which is awesome. So, at some point during this morning and the commute, her lens fell out and she didn't notice. There has been a consensus in the office of disbelief that one could lose a lens and just not notice it at all, which leads me to believe that she put her glasses on this morning minus one right lens. It was just the type of story I needed to brighten up my tired Friday morning!

Too Much Time On My Hands
Mood:  loud
All right, so, yesterday I started my documentary film class, which despite being shoved into 6 weeks I believe will be quite interesting. The most awesome part of yesterday was the fact that I felt it was necessary to drink 8 beers. On a school night! Even more disturbing is that I am only mildly feeling the effects of getting home at 1:30am and getting up at 6:30am. I seem to have reverted back to my days of yore wherein behavior like this was acceptable. Can't say as though I am not having fun, though and isn't that what it is all about? I have recently learned or at least come to believe more so that you never, ever know what is going to happen, so you might as well enjoy what you have for the moment. Perhaps that will be my new summer mantra. Hopefully my liver and wallet will be able to handle it.