Dudes, I have a lease now!
I did at one point in the past as well, over two years ago when I moved into this apartment. I could only commit for six months, because I wasn’t sure what my plans were. I also didn’t realize how awesome my apartment would be. So my lease expired and I just kept paying rent, hoping they wouldn’t notice and raise it. I’ve been happily paying $650 a month ever since, and considered that quite a bargain for my cute little casa within walking distance of Lake Calhoun, which I mostly use for storing my things, and so my cats have a place to poop. The other day, I arrived home to a letter with a form-in-triplicate attached, informing me that it was time for everyone to have a lease again, and that while they regret it, they’re obligated to raise the rent as well. I was not thrilled, but figured it was totally fair. Then I looked at my form, and saw that it was still $650. SCORE. On Monday night, Matt and I went to REI to spend my dividend of $85, which I think indicates I’ve shopped there a lot in the last year. We sought camping gear, in addition to the awesomest birthday present ever for Wendy. At the register, we discovered that my dividend BROKE REI. They could see it, but it wouldn’t apply. So we left with a couple items, and by the time I got home yesterday, it was corrected. In a couple weeks, we’ll have a tiny backpacking stove, a sexy lantern, and dining supplies. I am going to die of camping excitement. Last night, I ran home to do my laundry before knitting, and was delighted to discover that one of the dryers was dead, and the other, well, it continues to have issues. When you open the door, it won’t stop tumbling. After nearly losing an arm last time, I devised a new strategy: pull the plug. If only they’d have raised my rent, they could probably have afforded to fix it. At knitting, talk came around to cons. I fear cons, mostly because half of what I know about them is second-or-thirdhand, and the other half is completely made up in my sick, sick brain. Basically, I see it is a place where nerds dressed as Klingons go to have sex with other nerds dressed as Wookiees. From what I can tell, that’s not too far from the truth. We would’ve discussed this more in detail, had we not digressed again into a discussion of furries (because being dressed as a Star Trek character is halfway there anyway, plus we always talk about furries at knitting), and then about plans for our own event, which will reclaim them all. 612CON! You’re invited. Also, my boss has begun stocking the fridge at work with all manner of food. We’ve always had piles of snacks around the office, primarily candy. This was fine with me because I couldn’t eat it, but everyone complained about how they couldn’t stop grabbing it all the time. Therefore, she’s now supplementing this with healthy food like fruits and vegetables. I am totally down with this, because it means I never have to remember to buy bananas for breakfast, and I don’t worry about forgetting my lunch. However, this also means that people have started assuming that everything in the fridge is fair game, and I now have to tape post-it notes to my lunch to protect it from hungry geeks. Becoming territorial about english muffins is not a development I would’ve ever expected. In conclusion, it’s “duck, duck, goose“, people.Jenni