Adventures in apartment finding part 37
There have literally been piles of dirt, peeling lead paint, bed bugs and amounts of dirty and disgusting that would drive between-the-tracks subway stop cockroaches to shudder. And as I wait here, deciding what to get from the store and book-marking potential jobs and apartments(in the city and abroad), I hope to god that the people from the one good apartment call me back.
I started a new checking account - hopefully i can use the money by the time I need to find an apartment.
Not having financial stability makes me nervous - a single emotion of many that i've been experiencing at high volume lately.
On the subject of city life. From my encounters with the apartment dwellers it seems that a vast majority of people here work long hours to forget the fact that they are paying ridiculous amount of money on a hopelessly dull and most likely disgusting apartment. They don't spend so much time at home because they work so hard, and they work so hard so they can avoid spending so much time at their respective hell-holes. Ideally, these people should just live at their crappy job and be force-fed, because the eating habits of them don't seem very far removed from that fantasy. These people aren't afforded the time to enjoy the comfort of experiencing nothing or relaxing- unless even that time is completely planned into a schedule. Or so it seems for me. I'm not happy at my current job, working in a windowless basement. But however unstable this is, I hope I can get into something better. Emotions still run high.
I started a new checking account - hopefully i can use the money by the time I need to find an apartment.
Not having financial stability makes me nervous - a single emotion of many that i've been experiencing at high volume lately.
On the subject of city life. From my encounters with the apartment dwellers it seems that a vast majority of people here work long hours to forget the fact that they are paying ridiculous amount of money on a hopelessly dull and most likely disgusting apartment. They don't spend so much time at home because they work so hard, and they work so hard so they can avoid spending so much time at their respective hell-holes. Ideally, these people should just live at their crappy job and be force-fed, because the eating habits of them don't seem very far removed from that fantasy. These people aren't afforded the time to enjoy the comfort of experiencing nothing or relaxing- unless even that time is completely planned into a schedule. Or so it seems for me. I'm not happy at my current job, working in a windowless basement. But however unstable this is, I hope I can get into something better. Emotions still run high.