Early Morning Wake-up Call

well - its been a full week... well - a full week and a day to be more exact since ive moved in and all. its freakin sweet and im loving the face that i have this space - ALL TO MYSELF. sure - im freakin broke, but hey - welcome to the "real world" right?? lol

anywho - the whole reason i am here writing when i could so obviously be catching up on my much needed sleep (yes, on a saturday nite) is cuz i felt the need to share my first story of my new place.

it was thursday - the first morning i was actually able to catch up on my sleep after doing 12-14 hr shifts the last few days back-to-back.... i didnt have to work till 5 -- apparantly that didnt matter cuz my doorbell rang bright and early at 9am.

i decided to ignore.

it wasnt like i was expecting anyone - AT ALL.




then i heard the keys turning the locks... wierd.

the only people that have access to my keys are my resident manager and the main office for the maintence people - neither of which i was expecting at 9am on thursday.


i continued to stay in my room - under my covers... praying that i wasnt about to be robbed - though i figured that would be unlikely since the person bothered to use a key.

i could hear the person walking around my place - opening and closing the curtains... just walking around. no "hello," no nothing.... so i stayed in my bed crossing my fingers that i wouldnt be forced to test my black ninja skills............

the guy's phone rings - he leaves... i get up and look in the mirror..... its not a pretty sight.


i leave the comfort of my bedroom and realize that i can still hear the guy talking on his phone just outside my apartment door. i look around my place - nothing looks different...........

just as im contemplating whether i should be angry or scared, if i should confront the guy or not - i hear the keys scraping at the lock again. so i open it.

i stand there face-to-face with this middle-aged asian man. im in my pjs - my hair is doing everything but remain presentable to another human being and my face looks as though ive just awoken from the dead........... but i stand strong.

hello - i say.

oh, you live here? - he says.

ummmmmmm.................. yeah?! no - i just like to randomly set up all my furniture in vacant apartments and then sleepover.... but instead i respond - yes.





we stand in an awkward silence and i am left with the confusing decision of whether i should continue this conversation or shut the door and go back to sleep.... he decides for me...

i am here to re-do your bathroom tile - he says.

oh - i say.

they told me it would be vacant, see i have the paperwork - he holds up a crumpled sheet that i cant read because its too early for my brain to process what my eyes see.



awkward silence.











as my brain is trying to process this, i open the door a little and he walks in. what happened next was a mumble-jumble of him trying to explain that he was told my apartment would be vacant for him to come in and do the job and that it complicated things greatly for the fact that i was there................

well - thats a bit of an exaggeration -- the only REAL complication is the fact that because he wants to do tile work in the shower - i cant shower for a few days....

OH.


right - no problem. its not like i need to look good or anything for the 24hr shift i have coming for work in a few hours.





... we established that because he had to go to the store to get the supplies i could shower while he was gone..... great.

he left....


i showered....






and now i got new tile in my bathroom.

























morale of the story: ...if you don't know it by now...