Monday, September 07, 2009
Best Tales from My Home Sweet Home
My room has the fire escape. Yeah.
Life at the new place is nice, but tricky. Friday night I came home and my bed was gone...apparently there was a misunderstanding (by me) and it had been claimed by a fellow one of my roommates was subletting to. No problem, I just whipped up a bed of cardboard and slept as soundly as a fault line. (Yes, I talked about this in the last post.) Saturday night I came home from work with my new airmattress and, what's this, the apartment was locked up and I didn't have an apartment apartment key yet (but I did have an apartment building key...listen, it's a complicated process getting all these things, they come from different offices.) And my roommates were gone. For the weekend. Again, I believe there was a misunderstanding (by me). The super was uncontactable. I feared I'd be headed downtown to find lodging for the night but then I remembered I had friends that lived nearby, friends good enough to have spare beds. This Upper West Side, it is full of good people. The next morning around 9:30 I got in touch with my super, got into my apartment, and got my own apartment apartment key. Smooth sailing from here, right?
I'm not going to bother you with the intricacies of our laundry room. Not in this post, at least.