May 1st, 2005 Yeah, I know. And yes, I did get an email telling me to get off my ass and update. So, here it is. Can I go now? Actually, I have a few amusing anecdotes to share. Ever have one of those days when things aren't only not going your way, but they are exceedingly strange at the same time? I had one of those on Wednesday. Not only was I going to be late to work anyway, but I'm in the bathroom, about to wash my hands after the last-minute-pee-before-you-leave (thanks, Mom!) when I hear a short blast on a siren. It sounded like it was right next to me. Turns out it was. There was an ambulance right outside the window. PARKED BEHIND MY CAR! <sigh> Net Merc and I had a brief conversation about it, while I was killing some time until they left. I mentioned I didn't think it would be a great idea to ask them to move. "Hey, could you guys stop all that resusitating stuff y'all are doing and move your rig? I'm late for my crappy job selling lipstick." Net agreed with me that it's best to "not be that ass-clown." They finally moved and I was able to go to work. Told a few people about it. The manager I told obviously believed me. I mean, who could make that shit up anyway? (Yeah, I might use it again. But with how the story ends, possibly not.) No one lives in the downstairs unit, so there is no one in there running the water and flushing the toilets and stuff. So, the other day, I start the washer, like I always do. And my doorbell rings. One of my neighbors has come over to point out to me that the downstairs unit has a flooded patio, and sewer-smelling water is running across the parking lot. I called management and they said nothing was wrong, but it happened again today and the same neighbor came over to tell me. That's when I figured out it was the washer. Called management again and they are going to send someone out tomorrow. Apparently, the lines downstairs are clogged. To tie all this back together (you were wondering, weren't you?) the neighbor told me the old guy in the next building died the day after the ambulance came. That bummed me a bit. Neighbor said he was an older gentleman and he hadn't been doing well. I hope he is in a better place. Rest in Peace, Mr. Other Neighbor. Helpful Neighbor mentioned that a lot of these units are owned by older couples. That sort of got me to wondering. See, Vancouver Matt and I had a discussion about this condo back when he moved in. He asked me if I had ever gotten spooked in the guest room. I said TOTALLY! All the time. Everytime I walked down the hall, I looked at the bottom of the door, expecting to see shadows moving behind it. The closet was the worst part. Matt agreed. He eventually took care of it, and I have had no problems since. But I never thought to ask if anyone had died here. I definitely would have smudged before I moved in. Happy Beltane, Everyone!* *Fabulousness.net** is not responsible for the appalling lack of commas in the linked article. **That's what the url of this site would be if I wasn't so lazy.
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