Fire!

It seems like they test the fire alarm in my building at least once every two weeks. It's gotten to a point where we just completely ignore it. There haven't been any intercom announcements thus far to explain all the flashing lights and yet here we sit at our computers as if those strobes are just part of our usual everyday. One day it's going to be a real fire and we're just going to keep sitting here and go up in a fiery nest of construction drawings.

Jeebus!

Not for the faint of heart - really! REALLY!!

Visit at your own risk.

I haven't a clue why anyone would ever do that to themselves. No wonder it's vegetarian.

What a Fiasco!

So, this morning, Merton and I were supposed to go pick up some models at Lincoln Center. There was an SUV that was supposed to meet us there at 10. Knowing that we had a million little models and they were all disassembled, I decided to go there first thing in the morning so that I can pack everything up all nice for the transport. I show up a little past 9, go to the main door. There's a janitor cleaning right by the door. I go to open said door. Locked. I knock. The janitor waves his hands and points at the sign that says that box office does not open until 10. Great.
So, I go down into the tunnel, and try the other door. Locked. Crap.
I go to the stage door where I knew there would be a receptionist. The receptionist tries calling lots of people to see if I could be let in. Meanwhile, I'm telling the guy of course no one's going to be around to let me in because they're all in a meeting right now with my bosses. At 9:45, the stage manager finally comes by to let me in, and all the while is yelling at me that we can't just show up unannounced and all.
Finally I'm in, and I see Merton up above also trying to get in. I run to the front door to try and open it and call out to him. Nope. Locked in. I make a million phone calls, finally get his cellphone number and then I call him. I tell him to go to the stage door and try and enter from there. The receptionist, yet again, won't let him in. And this time, apparently, there's no one available to take him up there. I try to go back down only to find that the stairwell I took in the first place is locked. Essentially, I'm locked in! Finally, the other guy in the receptionist office took pity and let Merton up. He's horrified to see that we have a million little boxes that I'm trying to assemble.
Finally, everything's all packed up. Thankfully, the front doors were open this time, as it was past 10.
What a fiasco!

Indecency!

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's dishonesty. If you say that the lease is for January 1st, then it's for January 1st. Nowhere in that phrase is it implied that the current tenant is trying to get out of her lease early so there's a possibility that she may stay till the end of her term - in this case, January 31st.
Well, not they're waving the possibility of January 15th in our faces. Seeing as I have my place till January 15th, that's not too bad. However, anything past that and I'm not going to have a room anymore. Then Marlen and I have nowhere to keep our stuff for 16 days. I'd have to drag everything to Gramma's and crash at her place (perish the thought). My third roomie, poor fellow, is already doing the 4 hour daily commute from Wilton.
In desperation, we went to go see a few places today. The first two weren't bad, but weren't good either. The last? Let's just say I'm having nightmares tonight. The moment we were on the subway, I shook out my coat, and checked everything on me at least three times to make sure I didn't have any accidental passengers. ARGH!
Can't do it! I don't want to apartment hunt anymore!!!!!!!

Things I'm going to miss about my current apartment:

1) The apartment itself - I love lofts!
2) My roommates - they're all so wonderful and interesting.
3) The taco shop - delicious!
4) Music!

I'm going to have to visit them all the time. Seriously the best living situation I have ever been in.
I hope living with Marlen and Michael will be as good if not better.

Small World Incident Alert!

Holy crap. Some things you just never expect. You expect that someone steps into your life, and then when they're gone, they're just that. Gone.
But then...
So, if you knew me in high school, then you knew who my world practically revolved around in ninth grade. He pretty much ruined me for all other men. Nothing compares. It's also kind of scary when I look through the slew of men I've been interested in, and they all remind me of him. Tall, dark-haired drummers make me melt for a reason.
And I just found out today that my roommate's boyfriend is best friends with him.
And he just broke up with his girlfriend.
What.
The.
Hell.

...well, I don't think the "just broke up" thing works at all in my favor, but still, it's like God threw me a bone just when I was feeling down...

Thanks, God.