Thunder of Wade

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…

Ahhh, the nectar of the gods, that stuff is. Co-worker and I made the pilgrimage to Starbucks this morning for this tasty treat. He had a small the night before and had to have a large one today. I’m glad I went along.

Still no progress on my costume. Can’t even get it narrowed down.

Back to work…

Just got a call from my room-mate – and my head is spinning. Pretty much equal parts of relief and worry.

He apologized, said he really hated what was happening between us and that he missed his friend. That he didn’t want things to end like this between us. We talked about some of the good times and how he just wanted to hang out.

All good and all cool. Except…

I’ve known him for a long time and I know how sincere he can sound. A part is wondering if I’m being set up again. That there’s going to be something totally f’ed up headed my way and I’m being softened up. Wouldn’t be the first time.

So, I’m going to go into this with as clean a slate as possible. And still ready to totally lose it on a grand scale if the situation calls for it. I think I was meant to overhear a conversation last night about how there was a problem with his loan.

When did things get so complicated? And when did I get so cynical?

A few nights ago, I dreamed that me and my team of crack researchers had discovered a sub-atomic particle that was the ultimate catalyst. Can’t remember what we decided to call it, but in normal quantities, it was the “thing” that allowed change. Without it, everything would stay the same. No chemical reactions, no biological processes, no growth…nothing.

In concentration, it became a destroyer. Acting like a super anti-matter, this substance could distant anything. With no release of energy and nothing left over. My team was trying to figure out what to do with this when I woke up.

In other news… went to home depot last night to try and get costume ideas – not much luck. I could end up as a giant robot like Gort or something, but I’m pretty sure it would be lame.

Wandered up and down every aisle last night, realizing that my muse had left me. I pictured her, hiding under a table, maybe crying a little. She’s come out a few times to look at the sword I’ve been working on (two coats of sealant last night), but she hasn’t had any comment. I may have to sit her down and have a good long talk with her – explain that I’m not mad at her and I’m sorry if she took it that way. Hope that works, ’cause without my muse I’m hurting for a costume.

Note to the idiots out there – I’m speaking metaphorically. I do not have a female art student locked in my house, hiding under my table. Sheesh, you people are clueless. Go read a book or something.

Back to work…

I got home yesterday to find that the voter registration card that I thought I had filled out in May wasn’t complete. A group of people had gone door-to-door getting people registered and taking a poll. I gave them my info and they filled some stuff out, even starting over at one point since they wrote something down wrong. They finished up and left and I figured that was the end of it. Two days later someone from the same group came by to sign me up and I told them that someone from their group had already been by.

Seemed pretty through to me.

So, I was pretty surprised when I see the voter registration card with a note saying I needed to sign it, date it, and turn it in by 9:00 that night. I hopped back in my car and headed over the the Board of Elections. Took about 12 minutes to get there, 30 seconds to stand in line, and about a minute to get things checked over and sign the dang thing. Then another 12 minutes to get home.

I’m diasppointed that the door-to-door people dropped the ball – but at least they noticed the mistake before it was too late. And I have to give some props to the BoE – they were really friendly and on the ball.

So, I’m officially registred to vote and ready to do my part for the country.

Along those same lines – I also set up the on-line voting for the student government elections today. Went off without a hitch, even with last minute changes. Florida, call me. I’ve got this whole voting thing figured out.

Well, back to work.

I’ve never been so behind on my Halloween constume before. I haven’t even decided on what I’ll be. Most of this has been because of the room-mate stress – it’s put me in a really bad mood and pretty much destroyed my creativity and sense of fun. There was more stuff that happened along those lines this past weekend, but I really don’t want to dwell on it.

So, I’m down to a non-scary sky (heavy on the blue make-up) or a slightly scary swamp thing. The swamp-thing will be more work, but I sort of feel like hiding in something, rather than trying to stand out.

With the clock ticking, I think it’s time to take a trip to home depot and Michaels craft store to get some ideas.

Back to work…

I got a really nice thank you email this morning from one of my users. Those are somewhat rare around here, it was cool to recognized, even though I didn’t really do much.

In room-mate news (which, I’m sure, Faithful reader, you’re getting just as sick of as I am), I had a pleasant conversation with he and his girlfriend last night. Mostly talking about how the dogs were disappointed with me that I fried up some spam and didn’t give them any. She was a little puzzled that I didn’t, but I said I didn’t want to know what it would do to them. Lulu is already a total gas machine and her farts have driven me out of the house before.

That was about it. Another White Elephant. A huge thing right smack dab in the middle of the room that was don’t talk about. He wants out. I want him out. We don’t talk about, instead we talk about the dogs.

Sheesh.

Should be another busy day – waiting to hear back from some users about stuff that has to launch Tuesday morning. And I really don’t want to be here late on Monday to get all the last minute stuff done. It shouldn’t be last minute – none is real complicated, they just haven’t gotten the info to me.

Oh, in the news of the weird. I went over to a department yesterday to do some training. They were like “Okay, let’s go back to so and so’s office – you’re not allergic to dogs, are you?”

I said I wasn’t.

“Good, cause we’re puppy sitting today”

Sure enough, they had three puppies in a laundry basket sleeping. And one puppy sitting in one of my student’s laps. The puppy kept whining every so often. It was really odd. Like a juggling clown in the middle of the NY stock exchange. Something really out of place, you know. Though, some would say everyone in the NY stock exchange are juggling clowns, I’m talking about a clown in full makeup and costume.

We got through it, then I had to hold the puppy while my student logged in to test out the account.

Weird.

Okay, enough of that. Back to work…