Bleak day today. Second day of snow in a row, with more to come -- at least according to the weather forecast. And I'm in a bit of a black mood. Maybe having a co-worker tell me how happy I'd been looking was a bit of a jinx.
Anywho, I've managed somehow to be rejected by four different people in the course of three days -- three of whom I'd asked out on dates, and one of whom I'd just plain propositioned. Don't let anyone tell you that volume counts. Kenny Bolden tells me that it's great that I'm risking it and putting myself out there, but after a string of people give you the "no thanks" routine, it's hard to see the benefit of taking risks.
That having been said, I must say my self-esteem certainly seems on the upswing, 'cuz my reaction to most of these rejections was, Your loss, pal. It's not like you can afford to be that picky. Not very kind, perhaps, but I think it's infinitely better than the olden days, when my reaction would have been, Well, okay. I'm not hot enough for you, anyway.
The apartment is coming along slowly but surely. All the major appliances have been installed, and I can actually cook at home now! The radiators still aren't hooked up, but that hasn't been a problem until this past weekend. Even then, had the job not been left half-finished, it wouldn't' have mattered. See, at some point on Thursday, someone came in and began the work of extending the pipes leading from the floor to my radiators. This had become necessary when the landlord laid the new hardwood floors over the existing floors, raising the radiators a couple of inches.
So, you're thinking to yourself, "Progress!" right? Not so much. The job got stalled mid-way through for reasons passing my understanding, but the extension got put on the first radiator pipe, but no hookup happened. There was, however, an unanticipated result. The valve on the extended pipe refuses to close completely, so every time steam is pumped through the building, great billowing clouds of it are wafting out of the pipe, and collecting near the ceiling of my living room. Eventually, so much water vapor hangs around up there that it condenses on the ceiling, and once enough of it has gathered there, it starts to rain in my living room. Not good. So to avoid all this craziness, I have to keep the windows in my living room cracked, allowing the steam to escape, but also making the apartment much colder than it had ever been, even when there was no real heat.
How much steam is it, you ask? Check out these :
Not surprisingly, I'm not a happy camper. After leaving my landlord a note and calling over the weekend, I finally darkened the doorstep of his deli last night on my way home from work; reminded him that the steam is making the paint sag off of his walls, and warping the new hardwood floors he's just spent so much money on. That last part may be a bit of an exaggeration, but what the hell, if it gets action, I'm all for it. Supposedly, it's going to be dealt with by the time I get home from work tonight. We'll see. As you know, my mood is foul lately, and my faith in humankind is sorely tested.
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