Suck it Some More

Did I mention how absolutely ecstatic I am to be moving out of the shithole I've occupied for eight years? I'm getting almost daily reminders about how drastically my life is about to change for the better.

Case in point:

No hot water this morning, which is not an unusual occurrence. I go downstairs, where this is a sign posted about 20% of the time with a completely made up time that the water will be back. No sign. I decide to wait out the showering and shaving until the afternoon, when surely the water will be back on, right?

Wrong. Not only is there no hot water now, there is no cold water, either. There is still no sign, and my super is ignoring my calls. The best part? I'm going to miss KORN playing a FREE show at the South Street Seaport because of it. I'm bordering on homicidal at the moment.

There is one bright side, though. Today I mailed a certified letter to the leasing department of my management company's office saying that I'm out of here, and listing all of the things they can't use my security deposit for, either because of my lease terms or because one of their employees or contractors broke it. That felt good.

Two more weeks ... must hold on for two more weeks ...