My Struggle

You may remember my discussion a post or 2 ago about the ghetto apartment that I just moved into. Well, it is even more ghetto than I thought.

Annie, Bubba, and I spent Saturday afternoon moving my earthly possessions into my new Bachelor Pad o' Love. Now remember, my apartment is ghetto. Well, it didn't take long for the "natives" to start getting nosey and scoping out my stuff on the moving van. Luckily, I don't have much stuff that is noticeably very nice, with a few exceptions.

I have a brand-spankin' new gas grill that my parents got me for Christmas this past year. I've never used it cuz I've been mostly homeless since then. It was the last thing that was loaded onto the moving van, so naturally, it was the first thing off the van. We set it out of the way and on the grass at the back of the van. I didn't think much of it until the local residents started making comments like, "That's a nice grill." Or, "Where did you get that grill?"

That's when my monkey brain started thinkin', "Hmmm. Maybe we need to get the grill off of the grass, and back onto the van. And maybe we really need to kick this unloading thing into high gear, before the entire apartment complex realizes what I have in my apartment."

That made me a little nervous.

Or maybe it was because of the meth-head/crack whore/alcoholic 40-something chick that kept hangin' around the van. Yeah, that might have made me a little nervous.

At one point, I asked my brother, "Do you think that she's a meth-head, or an alcoholic?"

To which my brother replied, "A meth-head. I'm about 75% sure of it."

Sweet. Nothing like it.

On Sunday, Annie and I went back to the apartment to work on getting things unpacked. She started on the kitchen and loaded up dishes in the dishwasher. About 5 minutes after she started the dishwasher, I heard a funny sound. Kind of like the sound that water makes when it's leaking into places it shouldn't. We quickly found the source of the leak.

The garbage disposal.

Since the water was only dripping, we placed a pan under the leak and let the dishwasher continue it's mind-numbing job.

Then the heavens unleashed there fury. Water started flooding out from the leak. Then we had a real problem.

After a call to the apartment complex, they fixed:
1) The dishwasher,
2) The towel rack in the bathroom, which had fallen down,
3) The electrical outlet in the bathroom which some genius put in upside down.
4) The leak in the hot water heater, which was dripping water onto the floor and rotting it.

Last night, Annie and I returned to continue our quest to make the apartment habitable. Annie had brought over an oven dinner. It didn't take us long to figure out that the oven didn't exactly work properly. It took about 1.5 hours to cook a "30 minute meal." It wasn't until we baked the biscuits that we realized the problem: the bottom heating element didn't work.

So I had to make another call to them today, and they fixed that too. With much apologizing.

I gotta give them credit, they are at least being nice and prompt about fixing these things.

On the work front, this week has been slllllllooooooooowwwww. I'm not exactly sure as to why. On Monday, we only did about 45% that we did the previous Monday. Today will be much like last week. The only difference is that today I have only seen 1 patient, and the remaining money that came in was from a long-term boarder. So even though the daily total from last Tues. and today are identical, we are much slower than last week.

What's really weird is that the phones aren't even ringing.

Crazy.

Keep on keepin' on.