Territan (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} territan) wrote,@ 2007-08-05 16:06:00 |
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| Current location: | Home, on the Wii |
| Entry tags: | home, rant |
So my laptop is backing itself up (it would have finished in my sleep if the disk hadn't filled up), and so I started cleaning up. This involved walking back and forth with stuff that needs to be elsewhere, and carrying it to where it belongs. Simple?
Not so simple.
The floor in front of my apartment's den (too small for a bedroom, too large for a teachest) has always been a little creaky. Now it'ds getting noticeably wobbly, to the point where I wonder how long it'll be before I become a guest of my downstairs neighbors. It doesn't help that I weigh a significant fraction of a Buick, but when one relies on one's flooring, one expects support, damnit.
So? Move.
Trust me, that's a goal. But I haven't found a suitable replacement yet, and I want something I'll be reasonably happy with for some time.
There's also the problem that my last opportunity to opt out of next year's lease passed on July 20th. So yeah, I could move elsewhere, but I'd still be paying rent here.
So? Lose weight.
Do not get me started on that option.
So? Call customer service.
That's where this is going--I need to call the people who run this place and tell them parts are running down.
But I know what comes after that: the first two times someone comes out to examine it, they won't even find the spot I'm talking about, then they'll argue with me over who has to pay for this, and they'll have to tear up the carpeting to fix it, and there's a chance they won't do it right, &c.
And yes, I'm being negative. I like to thin, this makes me right more often than the optimist.
