Success! I hope.
I went to look at an apartment today and barring anything like someone else having rented it between 12 and the time I get off work today and perhaps something funky in my application (highly unlikely to the later, hopefully unlikely to the former) I will have a new apartment next week!
It's not quite itty bitty, but close, at least compared to my relatively large current place. But, it's a one bedroom, downtown in what seems to be a nice enough building in a decent enough neighborhood, ie, neither gives me the creeps. I'm going to have to cut my crap spending out of my budget in order to afford to live there, but I've been meaning to do that for months with no luck. I have horrible willpower unless I'm forced to have it.
Marie has been, of course, a pain today. I told her yesterday, 'Hey, I need to be out of the office for an hour and a half or so tomorrow to go look at an apartment.' Sure, no problem. Then what does she do today? Gives me crap about how long I'll be gone, then when I get back and tell her I'll need to leave about 15 minutes early so I can get back down there after work and drop the application off before they close, she gets all snotty about it with a 'What, they couldn't fit you in later?' Uh, no. They close at 6.
Then, I'll have to figure out how I'm going to move stuff. Fortunately, most of my large stuff breaks down pretty easy (Yay, IKEA!) and I don't think I'll take my futon as it's falling apart anyway and quite frankly I'm not 100% certain it'll fit. Yeah, like I said, it's a small and somewhat oddly shaped apartment.
I also had an encounter with a sweet, dapper, little old man while I was down there. The building I'm looking at is owned by the same company that runs one just across the street and that's where the manager works out of. I'm just about to buzz the office when he comes up and asks if he can be my doorman (he lives there). And it wasn't in a creepy sort of way but rather an old-fashioned quirky way. It was a fun little living in the city encounter.
It's not quite itty bitty, but close, at least compared to my relatively large current place. But, it's a one bedroom, downtown in what seems to be a nice enough building in a decent enough neighborhood, ie, neither gives me the creeps. I'm going to have to cut my crap spending out of my budget in order to afford to live there, but I've been meaning to do that for months with no luck. I have horrible willpower unless I'm forced to have it.
Marie has been, of course, a pain today. I told her yesterday, 'Hey, I need to be out of the office for an hour and a half or so tomorrow to go look at an apartment.' Sure, no problem. Then what does she do today? Gives me crap about how long I'll be gone, then when I get back and tell her I'll need to leave about 15 minutes early so I can get back down there after work and drop the application off before they close, she gets all snotty about it with a 'What, they couldn't fit you in later?' Uh, no. They close at 6.
Then, I'll have to figure out how I'm going to move stuff. Fortunately, most of my large stuff breaks down pretty easy (Yay, IKEA!) and I don't think I'll take my futon as it's falling apart anyway and quite frankly I'm not 100% certain it'll fit. Yeah, like I said, it's a small and somewhat oddly shaped apartment.
I also had an encounter with a sweet, dapper, little old man while I was down there. The building I'm looking at is owned by the same company that runs one just across the street and that's where the manager works out of. I'm just about to buzz the office when he comes up and asks if he can be my doorman (he lives there). And it wasn't in a creepy sort of way but rather an old-fashioned quirky way. It was a fun little living in the city encounter.