27 posts tagged “apartment”

You know how I like looking at apartments online? 

I just had this conversation:

Goldie: Hi.  I was looking at places online and saw the house in (CITY NAME) and ... there's four pictures, but the last one is a woman without pants on..

Realtor: Huh?

Goldie: Um.  The house in (CITY NAME) has pictures of the house, but the last one (laughing) has a woman with no pants on.

Realtor: The house in (CITY NAME)? Hold on... let me check. 

Goldie: Do you want me to walk you through it?

Realtor: Oh... My... God.  (laughing)

Goldie: She's pretty...

Realtor: This is SO embarassing.

Goldie: At least it's not you.

Realtor:  Thank you SO much for calling.  Someone has naughty pictures on their computer...

Goldie: Uh huh...

I lost my composure, and so did he, and we were laughing like 10 year olds by the end of the convo.

I refereshed the page after the convo, and the picture was gone.  

Sometimes I like to look at apartments.  And when I'm looking at apartments, nothing makes me cringe more than reading the word, "berber carpet," or "new berber carpet."  I denno what it is, but it makes me get the heebiejeebies.  I'm getting them now, as I type.

Anyway.  Lookit how pretty this place is:

Front room

More front room

Shiny kitchen

Bedroom

My neighbors are, for the most part, awesome.  They're friendly, some have kids, they don't party (although my upstairs neighbor walks around a lot at night - like at 2 in the morning... squeeksqueeksqueek).  Overall, they're good folks.

Except this one lady.  She's been nice enough, but she has crazy undertones.  I haven't experienced the crazy myself, but ... I just get that sense. 

Example one: When I first moved in, I met her one day and we got to talking about earthquakes.  I let her know that I could print some stuff from our neighborhood earthquake preparedness e-mail list (don't laugh - I'm prepared!)  I offered to print it and leave it at her doorstep, but she didn't want me to, cus she doesn't like people leaving stuff at her door.  ok.  That's fine.  But when she told me, I kinda raised my brow (unnoticeably, cus I didn't want her to release la loca). 

Example two: She came to my unit to see if she could exchange a dollar for some quarters to do laundry.  I gave her some quarters, she gave me a dollar.  Nothin' doin'.  A few minutes later, she comes to my unit again and says that while she was exchanging monies with me, someone had broken into her unit and stole her remaining laundry quarters.  Now.  Mind you:

• I don't live in the hood.
• Our building only has about 15 units built in a square shape (picture looking down on the Pentagon, but if it were square shaped).  So, you can look up from my place (bottom unit) to her place (top unit).
• It was, like, 8 in the morning. 
  
• She was down there for, literally, 2 minutes.
• Why tell me?!  If it was so important that you had to tell me, you better call the police for alla that
  

Example three (final example): I see she is moving out (mental fist pump!)  and ask if she needs help, she declines and when I sense the crazy, I kinda back away into my apartment.  A few hours later, she knocks on my door and asks if she can use my phone.  I kinda retract from the door to grab the phone, and she motions that she's gonna come in, whereupon I slam the door and tell her "I.WILL.BRING.YOU.THE.PHONE."  She can use my phone, but she can't come inside.  I'm neighborly, but not that neighborly.  Anyway, she uses my phone.  Come to find out, she hired some movers from the Salvation Army and she felt they tore her couch up and stole a box.  The box that "had her music."

OK.  OK.  This isn't that bad I guess.

Oh.  I forgot to mention.  I don't know if I've ever seen her with shoes on and she carriers her belongings in a dirty sock that she's fashioned into some sort of purse.

I don't like people knocking at my door.  She's done it a few too many times.  As nice as she was, I hope she's moving on to better endeavors and I'm glad she's outta my 'hood.

I'm purging.  No reason, really.  Other than I went in my closet and found vacuum attachments that I didn't know I had and it started from there.  Well, I knew about the one in the middle.  It's my favorite.  However, I'm the two surrounding it are verrrry handy as well.  They were in separate baggies in a storage bin, and have been since my mama got me that vacuum, but I busted them out today (as well as new filters).  The one on the left is a duster, obviously, but you hook it onto the vacuum and turn it on and it makes it all static-y, so it attracts more dirt.  The one on the right is great for my curtains.

I fixed my DVD player for the TV in my room.  I don't have cable in my room cus I don't watch enough TV, and even if I did, the bedroom is for sleeping and not lounging.  Anyway, I stopped using it when I unhooked it one day to hook my laptop up to the TV to view streaming movies from da net, and the DVD player acted weird from then on.  I put it up for a few weeks, and I decided to give it a go again.  I was at the point of taking it in two hands and cracking it over my knee, when I saw a switch on the back.  I switched it and that was the problem.  A technologically advanced (or not) person might ask, 'why not use the laptop as the DVD player.'  Simple.  Cus when I'm watching DVDs, I sometimes get on the net.

fixed!

Now.  Laundry.  This is the laundry I need to do today.  I've been putting it off.  I friggin HATE doing laundry.  HATE!  I hate waiting for it.  I hate separating it.  And most of all, I hate folding it.  To my credit: one of those bags is donation clothes.  Still, that is a helluva pile of laundry, no?

loathesome

For a while, my toilet has been running.  Like, after you flush it, it makes that swooshing/whistling noise.  Except, you know how it's only supposed to make that swooshing/whistling noise for about five minutes and then stop?  Mine has been going on for, like, 2 months. 

It has been driving me CRAZY!  Not only that, but I imagine a lot of water was wasted (shame!)

I like to sleep with my doors open, but with the noise going, I had to keep both the bathroom door and my bedroom door shut. 

Until today.  I fixed it!  It's completely silent.  I am SO frigging handy in the house.

I should start my own business.  Here's what I'm good at around the house:

• Shutting toilets up
• Putting together children's furniture from Ikea
• Hanging things level-y
• Pulling stuff out of the garbage disposal
• Changing that rubber band-y thing in the vacuum cleaner
• AND MORE!

I'm totally gonna be a  handy-person.

And when it's cold, the ants wanna come in.  I have them.  They chill around my garbage, despite the fact that I take it out e'ryday.  Waaaaahhhhhhh.

Some kid set off the fire alarm in my apartment building.  I was 30 seconds into Grey's Anatomy, season 3.  Not cool, kid.  It took the fire department approx. 7 minutes to get here.  Not bad. 

Ok.  The alarm is off.  I'm outtie, folks.  Talk with ya'll later. 

Someone remind me to eat and bathe while I'm watching season 3, kthanksbye.

Hi.

I've moved into my new apartment.  I luv it.  I've gone looking around the neighborhood and luv, luv, luv it.  It's close to most everything (missing: a grocery store), so I can walk/BART everywhere.

I'm exhausted from moving, packing, unpacking, cleaning, staying up late, etc.  I want to be home asleep right now, but there's so much work to do in the office.

I'm packing.

I'm packing by what my sister-in-law perfectly deemed "the garbage bag method."  Bag lady, I am.  It's going well. 

And I'm obviously procrastinating by any means - telling ya'll how I'm packing while I should be packing.  Merrrrmmmm. 

Rest assured, the computer will be the last thing packed up. 

There'll be more pack-delaying posts to come.

My current landlord called me just now to request a walk-through tomorrow.

I thought a walk-through was for the tenant's benefit.  Why would they initiate it?

I'm a little confused, so lemme know your thoughts.