January 30th, 2006

Felicia

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Flying solo for the next few days, as poor Remy is trapped in Harrisburg teaching Java to Navy types (a naval base in Harrisburg...?). I miss him quite a bit, and so do the cats, as evidenced by the fact that they become hyper-cuddly whenever he's away. Persephone actually slept right on my torso all night. Yes, the same kitty that hides from strangers and vacuum cleaners and freaks out if you try to pick her up. But hey, I'm not complaining- I could definitely use the extra love ;)

My teaching schedule's not too bad this week, either- just one day in Poughkeepsie, the rest in Albany. We kinda got gypped out of our weekend, though, first with an all-day meeting/awards banquet on Saturday for work (Remy won Instructor of the Year, though! =) ), then with Remy having to leave on Sunday at 2:30. Poor dear didn't even make it to Harrisburg until 11:30, and had to get up and leave for class by 6:30 this morning! Stupid Greyhound.

I may do a little shopping at some point this week (wedding dress? ^_^), but otherwise, my schedule's pretty open. I'll try to get more cleaning done and write and do needlepoint and stuff, but I won't exactly complain if anyone wants to do some visiting.

Six days until the Super Bowl! =D
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God, I hate our fucking landlord.

I called this evening to return his call. It's been a few days, so he couldn't even remember what it was he called about. I so shouldn't have bothered.

Instead, he asked what the certified piece of mail I'd sent was about. So, I told him briefly (that we want to know if he's selling the apartment or something, because we one day come home to find all the closet doors open, as though he'd been showing the place)- and that led to a five-minute chewing out. The locks need to be changed, how dare I accuse him of this and that, etc. Seriously, yelling at me over the phone.

I kept my cool and told him that we're not accusing him of anything, but just exploring all possibilities. I had to repeat myself multiple times, as he continually interrupted me before I could get a word out. I also had to tell this alleged "man" several times my age that I was speaking to him in a calm and rational tone, and that he should afford me the same respect in turn. When he continued to simply repeat himself and just get more agitated each time, I told him that it was all in the letter, and he'd made himself clear, and that I was hanging up. And I did.

Damn. Now I know how a liberal talking to Bill O'Reilly feels.

I'm really glad it happened over the phone. My hands were shaking by the end, and I started crying. I'm so glad I didn't let him see that.

I'm not so glad that I might be stuck paying his ass another year for my share of an apartment I don't want to be in anymore. Fucking immature underhanded shithead. As far as being in our apartment illegally goes, methinks he doth protest too much.
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