Yo, yo, my peeps. What is up with thee?
I'm sitting and writing these profound thoughts to you from the comfort of some old gray boxers. I also happen to be sitting at my brand new kitchen table in my rather nice (though sadly devoid of a dishwasher) kitchen.
So obviously I got the apartment manager job thingy. Essentially my duties are to maintain the property, assist the crazy old people should they have an emergency, and forward paperwork to the main company branch.
The lady (Karen) who had held the job before us is still around. Apparently she quit in October but they couldn't find anyone qualified to take the position, so she stuck around long enough to find a replacement. She's going to help me out through next week.
In the short time that I have been here, Karen has told me a few interesting stories about this place. These include tenants setting fire to microwaves, ovens, couches, and dryers. They also include a child-molesting great-grandfather who is forbidden from coming on the premises. I have a feeling that I'll end up with some good stories of my own if I stay here long enough.
I shot a snapping turtle in the in-laws' pond the other day.
I'm looking forward to a chance to settle in and breath.
It took us a couple days longer to move into this apartment than we originally intended, but we're finally moved in and getting settled.
We got cable and internet installed today.
We also gave Howie and Chief flea medicine today.
These last two facts have made Howie very mad at us. He spent most of the day sulking under the futon.
Karen appears to be in really poor health and has lots of doctor appointments. She had an appointment this morning, and since it would have only been my second day in the office, I just didn't open the office.
I also learned that Karen's husband receives full government disability for the medical consequences of his exposure to "agent orange" in Vietnam. Like Anna keeps reminding me, whatever else happens, I will almost certainly leave this place with excellent story ideas.
I may or may not grow up to be a lesbian. I haven't decided yet.
The shower head that this apartment came with might have been the most poorly designed device ever. After one use, I declared to Anna that I would get a new one. So I did, and I installed it today. It claims to have a setting in which the water actually spins. I need to see this in action, so now I think I am going to go give it a test run.
Now have fun picturing me showering with my new shower massage spinning water thingy. Mmm, naked Hehoff.
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