But not your door, apparently.
More moving madness!!
Dear property management company: For the love of God hurry up! I know it’s been only two days since we gave you our applications, but there is no reason we should be denied, and you know as well as we do that we applied to move in for September 1st!! If you can’t reasonably do a background and credit check in just three days (which, since you showed us the place on Tuesday, is how much time you have,) then don’t tell us it would be fine for us to move in for September!
Damn, this house is perfect, but now I fear I’ll have to move all my crap down to my parents’ place for a few days just so you can finish your damn checks before telling us to move in. At that point, though, it will be a couple days into September, so you’d better believe I’ll demand pro-rated rent, even if it is only $100 (which would work out to only about $33 saved per person at that.) But it’s the principle of the thing.
Obermann could you get any more giddy like a schoolgirl over Obama? Give it a break!
Dear Underling:
I know you have a problem with L.P. and L.P. is more than aware that you have a problem with her. L.P. follows protocol, though, and brings her problems to me, the supervisor, to deal with. You just go around bad-mouthing her. Last week, you really outdid yourself, though. You asked L.P. for work, she said it would be a minute. Maybe she took a little too long, maybe not, but you e-mailed me looking for work. Were you aware that I wasn’t in the office yet? Maybe not, because I always say ‘good morning’ to you, and you barely respond. Anyway, L.P. got you your work and put it in your tray. You then thanked me for the work. I pointed out that L.P. had actually given it to you. You pointed out that you had asked her, but she didn’t give you work. I iterated that she had given you work. You countered that with the fact that you had asked her, but she hadn’t give you any work. I reiterated that she had, in the end, given you the work. You mentioned that you had asked her, but she hadn’t given you any work. I said, “Well, you have your work now, so just deal with it.”
Well.
You didn’t like that, apparently. YOU FUCKING WENT TO HR, YOU STUPID LITTLE MOO! You went over our manager’s head, and she was not too fucking pleased, either.
And you know the kicker? You had already given your notice, and were working out your last week. What the hell did you think you were going to accomplish, anyway?
Coffeeshops or other places of public accommodation that boast “Free Wi-Fi!”…
and don’t have any damn electrical outlets for you to use.
Is it me, or are the TP dispensers in public restrooms getting lower and lower? Recently I had to use a stall whose dispenser was about a foot off the ground.