dreamcatchings: (pissed off)
I arrive home today to find a letter wedged between my door handle and the door. My rent is going up. I can either sign another one year lease and pay $605 a month (an increase of $30 a month) or stay on the month-to-month plan and pay $645 a month (a $70 increase). There is no way I can make the second one work. I can make the first work (especially since my new position in the company means an extra $30 a week before taxes), but I'm not happy about it in the least.

So I'm going to kick some ass in Warhammer and try and straighten up more for my birthday party.

Bitches.
dreamcatchings: (keep talking)
Tried to call the Department of Health. They apparently close at four and have the worst phone system ever, which boils down to the fact that if you don't know who you're trying to call, you can't talk to anyone.

Then I tried to call the doctor that I randomly picked when setting up my health insurance only to find out that they don't have any open appointments until JULY.

Mother god.

My only alternative now is the to try and catch the Urgent Care Center when they're open so I can get something for this whatever the hell it is sore throat.
dreamcatchings: (trapped)
I came home Monday night to find that they had actually, finally cleaned the carpet andf set up an industrial fan to dry it all the way out. The carpet is dry. The leaks have stopped.

I still have mold.

I called the city attorney today and was told that there is nothing they can do. This is simply an issue between me and my apartment complex. Oh. Fun. Because I've such good luck with them.

I left the apartment complex another message.

This is getting so old.

It doesn't help that I've had a sore throat and felt just drained for over a week now.

What next? Better Business Bureau? Health Department?
dreamcatchings: (trapped)
The leaking seems to have stopped.

However, the carpet is still soaked and the walls in the air conditioner closet are growing mold.

I tried calling the city attorney but the number I had went to an automated system that didn't give me the option to leave a message for him.
dreamcatchings: (sad)
Yeah, um, don't want to talk about it.

Leak is worse. Way worse. With the ceiling gone, there's nothing to soak up the water other than the walls, the carpet and the towels I put down. It's starting to spread into other areas of the hallway, dryer closet that it wasn't in before. Not to mention the fact that it's starting to get actually hot outside, and I'm afraid to turn on my air because there's water standing in the same area as the unit itself.

I found the number of the city attorney.

I'll call tomorrow.

I have a horrible headache. I feel like crap.

I somehow manage to take things that were going all right and totally fuck them up. Sorry.
dreamcatchings: (pwned)
The maintenance guy finally calls me back to inform me that, yes, he knows about how my upstairs neighbor's air conditioner is leaking and he hopes to have it fixed soon so can I please just bear with them for a little while longer.

At work and still slightly in shock because, um, what? you've known about this and not spent any time trying to get the issue fixed prior to this because you have to explain to me about your two jobs and how you're the only plumbing person the complex has hired wtf? I didn't even argue with him. It's not his fault the complex is apparently shite and has decided they don't need him full-time, they don't need an emergency maintence number and they don't even need to answer their goddamn phone themselves.

Just. Wow.

All this crap is making my eye twitch. I hate when my eye twitches.
dreamcatchings: (feck)
Wow. Why even have office hours if no one's going to be in the office.

Le sigh.

Thanks to great advice, I've started keeping a log of phone calls and have taken pictures of the damage. They get today to call me back in regards to the messages. Tomorrow, I take more drastic measures.
dreamcatchings: (asskicking)
Never got an answer on the pager. I waited an hour and then called the 800 number on the web. It went to a line that is only for people wanting to rent an apartment. I then walked over to the office and called that number. No emergency maintenance information. All it had was an answering machine that said to leave a message if you had a maintenance request. Hung up and called the other number on my list. Yet another disconnected number.

At this point, I put on shoes and walk over to one of my neighbors to see if she has newer info. This neighbor proceeds to tell me that her bathroom and the bathroom of the girl above her are both torn up since Tuesday because of water issues they're having. Then she tells me that the people above me have a leaking air conditioner (ding! Cause of my problems found!) that they have reported THREE times and no one has done anything. Also, she doesn't have any newer numbers than I have.

The only thing I can do now are leave a maintenance request message on the main line and then keep an eye out for the guy who lives upstairs who knows the maintenance people to see if he has a better number. ZOMG. This blows.

Since I now know that this isn't an issue with my own plumbing, I'm going back to doing my normal dishes, laundry, etc. Fuck it. How could I possibly hurt things now?


ETA: Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that the bitch who runs the office is only in on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. And her hours? Comprise about eight hours total on those three days. How neat.

For her.
dreamcatchings: (stressed)
I got up today and checked the leak. Still bad and getting worse. I'm not sure what it is. It might be the lines to the air conditioner itself because nothing seems to be affecting the rest of the water supply and that's the only area with any water damage. The walls are soaked, the floor is soaked, it's running out from that compartment and into the hall because the carpet is wet in some areas, and the ceiling part is starting to come down in there.

I called the office number again or, at least, what I assume to be the office number as the other number listed on the sheet is disconnected. So I call it. No answer. But there is a message with an emergency maintenance number. I call that and leave a message. The guy calls me back to tell me it's the wrong number. It's the number from the old service that used to own the apartment complex.

No longer feeling optimistic about my contact information, I go back to my sheet and try another number, this one an emergency contact pager. It's been years since I called anyone with a pager. Since, like, high school considering the fact that no one I currently know is a doctor or a drug dealer. I'm giving the pager call an hour and then I have another number to try.

If that one doesn't work, the only other thing I can think to do is try one of the 1-800 number for the main apartment complex that I found on the internet.
dreamcatchings: (trapped)
My roof is leaking.

I was doing the laundry and stepped on a suddenly wet patch of carpet, which prompted me to open the door little closest that contains the heater/air conditioner system. I found water. Lots of water. Water on the floor, water dripping, water that had soaked into the ceiling tile causing it to hang down wet and loose. Water everywhere.

I dug out the papers from the apartment complex and called the non-emergency number. Disconnected.

I try another number. Not even an answering machine. Just a message to call the emergency number in the event of a maintenance emergency, which I haven't decided whether this is one yet or not. So I've put down towels and am keeping an eye on it and have stopped washing dishes or laundry or using unnecessary water in the event that I'm exacerbating the situation. If it looks worse tomorrow, I'm calling the emergency number.
dreamcatchings: (solitude)
I need a haircut. My hair is getting long and flippy at the ends as it's growing out. I want to hack it short and color it bright bright colors that will hurt to look at it. I want something on me to blaze bright so I don't feel so storm blue grey all the time, like fog over the sky.

Monday the apt. complex is having bug people come so I need to start picking things up off the floor. I imagine that they mean loose things as trying to get every single thing in my apt. off the floor is a ludicrous idea, but then I tend to take things a little too literally in some instances. The computer room is going to be a disaster for this as we have more boxes and comps in there than closet space. My plan is simply to fill every flat surface with shit. I might ask them to forego spraying in the master closet as I do not want to have to wash all the clothes or risk damage to the comics that live in the closet. The spraying hours are between 8am and 5pm. After they spray, we're not allowed in the apt for two hours. This sucks, but I suppose I shall have to live with it.

*mutters*

I'm not even sure what I'll do if they come before I'm ready to go. I mean, seriously. I'm off on Monday. I guess I'll haul my ass up early, get showered, dressed and open the windows so the worst of the bug spray stink will air out and then leave as soon as they're done. Not sure what [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues' plans are as he leaves for work around 11am most days.

This is also me assuming he won't be taking my car. If he does, I have NO idea what I'll do other than maybe go spend the night at my mother's on Sunday and just stay there Monday until she can take me home. God, this is beyond annoying.
dreamcatchings: (fear me)
Car:
$172 for the latest repair (my father is going to call them about this because I have no idea whether the hose they replaced should have been something they had noticed when replacing the timing belt and water pump last time and he does)
per Dad, supposed to call over there tomorrow and they should refund me some of the money, which is better than none
another message left for the U-Haul insurance people to call me about the damage to my car
Dad's suggestion is to call my insurance agency and see if they can do anything to speed this process up because I have left 3 messages with the adjustor for U-Haul's insurance and gotten nary a call back...or that letter they said I should receieve

Job:
getting used to the hours and the drive
no migraines or eye twitches since starting working here

Apartment:
still getting things put away
did get a couple of things hung up on the walls today

Christmas:
went ahead and spent some money that I didn't have for presents for some people
dreamcatchings: (pissed off)
If it's not one thing, it's another. Yesterday I sat home all day waiting for the delivery people. Before we could use the washer and dryer, however, the apartment service people have to check it. Waited for them today. They come and bam! leaking drain hose. Have to replace that before we can even use the fucking thing. Call H.H. Greg. They tell me that they'll give me a new hose, but we have to install it ourselves.

I'm wondering what the fuck I even paid them for.

So now I have to wait for [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues to get home so we can go get the hose and put it on because plumbing is not my forte. I can do furniture building. I can do heavy lifting. I can do minor repairs on things. But I have no idea what the fuck to do with this hose. And because of all this shit I have yet to get to either the BMV or the insurance company to see about car insurance, renters insurance, change of address with the BMV, new registration, etc.

Busy Busy

Oct. 5th, 2006 12:27 am
dreamcatchings: (party)
Things Accomplished Today:


  • new checking account
  • new job orientation
  • drug test
  • assembled [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues' computer desk
  • microwave
  • bakeware
  • knives
  • cable/internet installed
  • unpacking



For Tomorrow:


  • washer/dryer delivery
  • laundry
  • unpacking
  • BMV
  • auto/rent insurance
  • find post office/UPS drop off

dreamcatchings: (squee)
She is arisen.

There will be pictures. Once this place stops looking like hobos live out of their boxes here.

Washer/dryer to be delivered tomorrow.

Couch and loveseat (green microfiber) to be delivered Monday.

Still no cookware. Or bakeware. Or a microwave.

So [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues and I have been eating out and cereal.

Ummm...need to get to the bank and the BMV and an insurance place sometime either today or tomorrow.

I mostly just wanted to check in and let you know I'm cool and alive and back.

Oh, work schedule.

Tuesday through Saturday 2pm until 11pm
Off Sunday and Monday

Not sure what the schedule through training is, but I'll post that for you guys.

&hearts
dreamcatchings: (emo)
I have a problem. Aside from the "OMG, moving in a little over a week must pack up my entire life" thing. My father knows I'm moving. He does not, however, know that I'm moving in with [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues because I am a coward. Each day I have tried to work myself up to it and each day I back down, tuck my tail between my legs and scamper off. It's not that he doesn't like the boy because he does. I'm just afraid Dad would think I was making a mistake or get one of those looks or say something stupid and then I'll cry and feel horrible about myself and about everything.

Mom knows. Mom doesn't care. Hell, Mom suggested it.

The problem is telling my father.

Any suggestions? Or, um, anyone want to tell him for me?
dreamcatchings: (revisions)
Hauled my butt out of bed to drive down to pay the deposit and set up the move in date, which is going to be later than I had hoped because both [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues and I had to be there and it needed to be during office hours (their office hours are a little crazy) so I had to settle with the second of October. It doesn't give me as much time to settle in, but I think it'll be alright.

Need to call the electric and gas people on Monday so that stuff gets turned on in time.

Need to pack.
dreamcatchings: (lazy)
I really was planning to come home last night and post but then Dad was home and that sucked up an hour of my time talking to him. Then I called [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues and we talked for an hour at which point I was too tired to try and be creative. This morning I'm up early but I have to drive down to Plaza to pay the deposit and then drive back and go to work. This Friday I work. I'm thinking about calling off going to see my mother this weekend due to pure exhaustion.

So, um, hopefully posting tonight.

I'm so sorry.
dreamcatchings: (study)
Okay, this is a work in progess but feel free to poke if you see something I've missed.

Furniture list:


  • table and chairs for dining room--check
  • dresser(s)--check
  • couch
  • chairs for living room--check
  • nightstand(s)--check
  • bed--check
  • desk--check
  • bookcases--I have a mismatched collection of bookcases that I'd rather replace with a set of cheapies from Wal-Mart if I could afford it but is not a necessity as books can live on the floor if necessary.
  • coffee table
  • entertainment center--check
  • TV, DVD, PS2, SNES, CD player--check
  • lamps
  • dishes (good)--check (between my parents, I'm getting three sets of good dishes. OMG)
  • dishes (everyday)
  • pots and pans
  • electric mixer--check
  • coffee maker--check
  • washer--check
  • dryer
  • coffee mugs
  • end tables--maybe
  • microwave--maybe as I cannot remember whether it had one or not
  • sideboard--check, this is another heirloom piece that my father wants me to take
  • utensils
  • bread maker--check
  • Crock pot
  • electric grill
  • extra storage--check as I have the two plastic storage things from college
  • comforters--check, which they're for a full but will work on the queen just look weird
  • sheets--I'd like at least one more set of sheets
  • curtains--a maybe as the place has blinds (I think)
  • vacuum--check
  • bathroom set
  • wine rack--so not a necessity but I'd like one
  • basic set of tools: hammer, screwdrivers, etc.
  • can opener
  • toaster
  • condiment holders: sugar, flour, etc.
  • router--eventually, not important right off the bat

dreamcatchings: (dare)
I promised [livejournal.com profile] tsylyst a link with some information about the apartment complex that [livejournal.com profile] timberwolfblues and I are moving into at the beginning of October. Plaza Apartments in New Albany, Indiana. We're going to be renting one of the model 2A two bedroom apartments for $575 a month.

Not that I don't trust you guys to be able to click on links yourself, but [livejournal.com profile] tsylyst might yell at me if I don't make site navigation as easy as possible. (&hearts [livejournal.com profile] tsylyst)

Here's more information about that apartment.

This will let you click through pictures of a furnished apartment in the style that we're going to be renting. The dining and the living rooms are technically just one big room so I don't know why they broke them up into two categories. The master bedroom has a walk-in closet that goes into the bathroom, which is much bigger than depicted. The whole place is 1000 square feet, which is the size of the main floor of my house. (That information will really only be useful to [livejournal.com profile] kcauac, [livejournal.com profile] chickwithmonkey and [livejournal.com profile] norachan as the rest of you have not been inside my house.) The kitchen is bigger than it looks as well, though they've done the show one a disservice by putting a table in it, something I would not do because it makes it look smaller and, really, when the dining room area is just a step out of the kitchen it doesn't make much sense.

That's a link to some pictures of the complex itself. It's nice and quiet and very close to things despite the fact that it's situated far enough back to be sort of remote and difficult to find. I've been in and around New Albany for a good part of my life, and Monday was the first time I had ever even seen this apartment complex.

There's a Kroger within walking distance. I can get to malls and shops and restaurants in Clarksville or New Albany in about ten minutes. I can get to Louisville in about fifteen. I am centrally located, and it's a good neighborhood. Here's a map of the area for you guys. The star is the apartment complex and the rest of the cities are pretty well labeled.

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