This is the part of the site where i rant (and i do mean rant) about the apartment, the apartment parking lot, the apartment life, and the apartment.
First, let's get one thing straight. I do not live at the apartment. I just sleep there. I stay there sometimes, but only when I have too. I hate that place.
Before you read any further I just want you to know that although I really, really hate that place, I am also eternally grateful that I have a place like that to hate. It's such a great place to hate. Trust me, I realize how fortunate I am to have place that I can call "Home" or more specifically, "That Place I Hate".
I really hate that place. It's either too hot or too cold. Nothing works right. And my personal favorite, everything leaks.
ALL of the faucets leak in some way or another. If they aren't constantly dripping then they tend to leak in other places. For instance, you turn on the water in the kitchen and all of a sudden you have a flood of water coming out of the base of the faucet. It's lovely. I hate it.
I once tried to fix the faucets. I thought, "How hard
could it be?" I mean all I need to do is turn off the water,
and replace an O-ring. That's cake and pie, right?
Well, maybe it was my "you're just a stupid girl,
jaimie" luck, but that was the most embarrassing
'do-it-youself' adventure i've ever had. You see, the water valve
wouldn't turn completely off, it just wouldn't twist anymore, and
i thought, "Well, it's mostly off." Okay,
quick lesson: make sure the water is COMPLETELY off. There is no
such thing as MOSTLY off in the Wonderful World of Plumbing.
Needless to say, i don't try to fix my own plumbing any more.
The shower doesn't drip so much as constantly run, as do the toilets. My roomate and i are "clever poppets" and we had fixed the toilet several times, with paper clips (rusted right off), twist-ties (again, rust), rubberbands (stretched too far), insulated wire (plastic coated = no rust. it was bright orange and i had a hexnut keeping the wire from slipping. it was a very good system), and anything else that would keep the chain attached to the stopper. Eventually I freaked out and called the fix-it dude. That toilet doesn't leak anymore. I should probably call the fix-it dude more often.
Of course, none of this really matters because we don't pay the water bill. Still, it's fun to complain about.
Summer 2000
Our air conditioner broke four (4) times. Which left us breathing our own dirty, sweaty air for at least two days each time it broke. The apartment we "live" in is a townhouse, meaning the bedrooms are upstairs and the "living" area is downstairs. And as everyone knows, heat rises. So on these lovely occasions when the good ol' AC stopped wroking, we were forced to sleep downstairs on the sofa bed, or die a horrible suffocating death in our own beds upstairs.
Winter 2000 - 01
Remember how the air doesn't work in the summer?
Well, the heat doesn't work in the winter.
Oh, the heat runs, there's actual sounds of machinery and a warmish air does emit from the vents, but it never gets warm. It never gets warm. I can open the 'fridge and the inside temperature is the same as the kitchen temperature.
The handy man came over and "fixed" it once. Apparently it wasn't broken in the first place, because it's still cold as all get out. There's just no way to get that place warm.
It is so cold in our apartment that we have actually gone two weeks without taking the garbage out. Not that I like living like pigs or anything, but it was an experiment. I just had to see how long it would take before the trash would begin to rot. And even then the trash didn't rot, I was just tired of looking at two (2) bags of trash. Man, i hate that place.
February 2, 2001
My friends and I wanted to watch a movie. So we popped the cassette into the VCR and well, we had sound but no picture. Of course. So we brought the VCR from upstairs (my roommate has two (2) VCRs. Isn't that neat?) and we hooked that one up and now we're watching the movie. Fifteen (15) minutes before the movie ends the surge protector, that connected everything together, blew up. What are the odds you ask? Pretty damn good if you know us. *sigh* I hate that place.
February 4, 2001
Several weeks ago i put our Christmas shrub outside to get
some sunlight. This is the same Christmas shrub from the enfamous Happy Holiday's from Apt. 711.
It was a lovely plant and it's green color really tied the
kitchen together if you know what i mean.
Laura, Liz and I were sitting around and Laura asks," Whatever happened to the Christmas shrub?" and I told her how i had put it outside (ornaments, lights, and all) so's it could get some sun. So then i go to check on it because, quite frankly, I forgot all about it and seeing as how I haven't been in our "back yard" in a while I figure i ought to bring the Christmas shrub inside.
Someone stole our Christmas shrub.
