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The signs for various political candidates are everywhere these days. And I just heard that GW has spent more on advertising than any candidate has ever done before. Wouldn’t it be nice if anybody could run for office without spending millions to do it? There don’t seem to be any ground rules to this anymore. How about this:

1. publicly list your views, credentials, and plans for the future.

2. have an independent panel review what you’ve said – if you lie, you’re disqualified.

3. you pay a small processing fee and you’re on the ballot

that’s it. No ads, no backstabbing. Civil, just, and fair.

heh.

It’ll never work.

later

Having a little trouble getting motivated today – the stuff I have to do here at work is, well, kinda boring. Gotta fill out my timecard too – by hand, since they don’t allow online submissions. And you have to use a #2 pencil to do it. Lame.

Had a pretty good weekend – just kinda lazy and enjoying it. I needed that – big time.

More cleaning to do this week – and a halloween costume to build. It’s just about done inside my head, and then all I have to do is make it real. Sounds simplistic, but that’s really about it – once I’ve imagined it, things pretty much fall into place.

Did some wood carving last week – the final piece was well received. Gave me a bit mor confidnece in doing that kind of work – it means that I’ll be more likely to try more things. I’ll try to get a pic for my site one of these days.

Well, guess that’s it for now… back to work.

Well, my room-mate finally got his stuff out yesterday. He left a lot of junk behind – I’ll have some clean up to do. I was a little sad last night – he just handed me the keys and left. No apoligy, no good-bye, just walked out the door.

Today, though, I’m in a much better mood. It feels like my home again, a feeling that I was really missing. Locks are changed, windows and doors are secure. It’s mine.

There are a lot of memories there, to be sure, so I’ll get this place back in order and move out at some point in the not too distant future.

I’m just so relieved that it’s finally over.

Well, a short day today – time to get to work…

Well, at least I’m hoping its the last day. Feels like I’ve been trapped in an elevator with an idiot. We’re approaching the ground floor and I’m just about ready to kick his sorry ass out the door and make repairs so I can go back to the penthouse. Like tomorrow will be a day to start over.

And I wonder what I’ll go home to today. What kind of a mess will be left behind. One thing’s for certain, I’m going to have to invest in garbage bags. He hasn’t planned ahead enough to do a good job.

And why should he? He figured that I’d simply cave again and give him even more time. What a surprise it must have been for him – when I stood my ground. Funny how fury will do that to a person.

The best part will be when the cloud finally lifts – when things are finally over. And I can get back to being myself – quirky, fun, and well…happy.

For now, though, I’m simply going back to work…

Well, I should have seen this one coming. My room-mate just called and tried to push things back – that he’d get the “big stuff” on Saturday. I told him, no, the move out day is Thursday, just as we have been planning for 2 weeks. I told him that the locks would be changed on Friday and that was it. He said that he understood and that he’s got the rest of the stuff out already, but that he’d need to get the big stuff on Saturday. I told him, no, he didn’t understand – Thursday is the move out day. I was nearly yelling at him – which I don’t do at work.

He finally said “I guess I’ll find someplace else to sleep and have everything out on Thursday”. And then I hung up on him.

I am so freaking mad right now – I’ve had depressing blogs but this must be my angriest. I’m still shaking. I just can’t get a break – he’s going to be an asshole right to the very bitter end.

And to think I was starting to consider taking time off and helping him. I might take the time off anyway, just to keep track of my stuff.

The good mood is dead. I don’t see it coming back until that blissful moment when the landlord hands me my brand new shiny key.

Time to go home…

And it was. Work pretty much sucked, but I’m used to that. Got the utility billing set to be switched over with no problem. Worked on a project that turned out to be easier than I thought, so I’m way ahead of schedule.

The only concern, again, was the room-mate situation. He’s not behaving like someone who has to move out on Thursday. I’m going to drop the bomb on him tomorrow about the locks being changed. I shouldn’t have to – since he’s told me he’ll be out on Thursday – but in case he’s planning on dragging his feet I want to forestall the drama.

Well, time to get back to work…

So, Jeff and I moved a bunch of my stuff to his place to “get it out of the way” for my room-mate’s move. At least, that’s the cover story. I reality, I’m just trying to make sure some of the smaller, valuable items I own don’t get moved out with his stuff. Do I think that will really happen? Well, 3 months ago I would have scoffed at the notion. Now, I’m not so sure. This whole deal has made me a little colder and a lot angier in general. I’m hoping I can get it out of my system when all is said and done. I don’t like feeling this way – and I don’t like that I have to feel and act this way to get some common courtesy and respect from people who claim to be my friends.

Did some homework – writing up some text for a web page at work. Not too bad, kinda relaxing really. Got some meetings and stuff going on today- the usual crap.

Heading over to the cities utility billing department today to get that in motion. They have to do a meter reading, which I hope I can time to do at the same time the landlord does the walk-thru. I’ve already cleared taking the time off with the boss – so no worries there.

Well, back to work…

Just talked to the landlord about the lock-change on Friday. He’s cool with it and we set up a time. He also asked me about the dogs – and we finally got the story straight on that one.

When I realized that the girlfriend and her dogs were not moving out, I asked her about it to make sure I had the info straight before I went to the landlord. My room-mate told me that he had already spoken to the landlord and gotten approvals. I was surprised, but figured it was case closed.

The truth is that the landlord saw my room-mate with the dogs and asked if they were living there or just visiting. He was told “just visiting”.

It was “not okay” with the landlord and I apoligized for not following up anyway. He was totally cool with it – which is quite a relief for me.

Also, the landlord has been trying to get in touch with me for several weeks now, and leaving messages for me at home. Messages that I never got – they were erased before I heard them. He didn’t have my work number correct, so he was happy to hear from me.

It’s good that the landlord is on my side and is willing to work with me. And that now things are inexorably in motion. No turning back, no extentions.

4 days to go…

Back to work again…

All weekend long, my room-mate kept telling me that he hadn’t forgotten about me – that he was going to pay the rest of the rent he owned me on Sunday. So, on Sunday, he gives me $45 dollars, saying he’ll give me another $5 later. I just looked at him, then told him I thought it was supposed to $600 total, of which the $45(50) only brings it up to $300. He told me there must have been a miscommucation. He apparently thought I only wanted him to pay for 1 of the months he owes me, instead of both. He said he gets paid on Friday. Simple mistake, I’m sure.

My ass. Just another “1984” style re-write of his mental history. And this on the heels of the Big Apoligy.

This is the last week for that nonsense. I left a note for him to call me today so we can go over some last details for Thursday. I’m going to contact the landlord to get the locks changed on Friday. I’ve got one little glimmer of hope left, but I’m pretty sure anyway that he’s going to be an ass.

For the record, if the situations were reversed, I would have been out of there by September 5th.

In other news… Got home from dinner on Saturday, with plans for movie watching and a hot cup of tea. Unfortuantly, those plans were put on hold for a bit, since my first step into the apartment was right into dog-crap. Yep, a whole heaping, steaming pile of it. The dogs were banished to the basement for the duration of the clean-up – took us a while. Carpet, shoes – and as an added bonus, a puddle of dog piss at the top of the stairs. Number one reason I don’t have a pet. Put me in a really bad mood for the rest of the evening. My room-mate’s girlfriend was apoligetic, but not nearly enough so. She took the dogs out for a walk as soon as we explained what had happened – which is a nice gesture, but clearly too late. The dogs may be mad at me – since I yell at them when they try to come in my room. Good thing I keep my door closed.

And so this doesn’t end up an entirely bad blog, I’ve got some good news. I finally figured out what I’m wearing for my Halloween costume. Not scary this time, but it should be cool. And it shouldn’t be too complicated to set up – though I’m still short on time. I won’t say more about it – I want it to be a surprise, but it should be cool.

Back to work…

Went out to dinner last night with my buddy Scott – did a little catching up and just hung out. I think we were at the resturant for about 3 hours or so – it had been a while since we’d had a chance to talk.

Earlier in the day, I’d listened to a message on the machine from my room-mate’s ex-wife. She started off by saying – “I’m sorry, Anthony. This message isn’t for you at all.” And then she launches into a tirad against my room-mate and his girlfriend. Foul language, insults, and a threat of ass-kicking were all doled out. Delightful. I left a note on the message board by the door – “Message from lunatic on machine”

So, when I got home from dinner, I talked to them about the message and there was much head shaking at the ex-wife’s continued maddness. It was a friendly conversation – totally normal.

His girlfriend has been making a big deal out of packing and as far as I know, things are on schedule. But I’m still wondering about the rent check and the deadlines I’ve set for them. I’m feeling more and more that the apoligy was a set up. Since I’m not really good at exploding into anger, which I suspect I’ll have to do in the near future – I’m keeping the fires stoked in the back of my head. Just in case.

In more funner news – I finally finished my sword. This one I’m keeping for myself and I’ve got it displayed on my sword rack in my room. Totally differnt style than the rest of the swords, it fits because the other swords are all differnt styles. And the best part – the sound it makes when you swing it – reminds me of a lightsaber.

Yep, I rock. Should have been a blacksmith.

Back to work…