Why is it, on my day off, I’m completely physically unable to sleep even a semi-decent amount, let alone sleep late?
Bah!
Single most absolutely crucial task of the day: put on pants, and drive over to the mngmt. co. office to sign my lease renewal.
This is the absolute last day to do so.
But shoe you degenerate slacker, why have you not handled such an important task yet?
Because their damn portal is supposed to let me renew online. Damn thing lets me get about 2/3 of the way through, and then … craps out.
Log out, log back in, all my signatures are saved right up to … the same place. (The oh-so-lovely bedbug addendum.) And then, no more lease for you!!
I want (need!) more sleep, but I suspect that { sigh } I’d be better served going out now, and hoping for a nap later.
I just don’t think I can go back to sleep right now.
Bah!!!
I’m amazed you investigated even that far.
The P.O. has my address. If they need to get a hold of me, they’ll, yanno, MAIL me.
Or stick a notice on my door/mailbox. (“Sorry we missed you!”)
What they don’t have, though, is my phone number.
Besides, a rather antiquated department that still uses paper stamps like the 1800s stagecoach era isn’t gonna be hip to the newfangled tech like faxes texts, anyway.
Frankly, any call or text not from someone already in my contact list is 99.99% of the time a scam.
Immediate delete, both from my phone and from my mind.