My Day has been like a 1980s Soap Drama
Today has been quite a day.
I had an excellent run last night. And I think I might have eaten less than 700 calories. For those that don’t know, I’m back on my 700 calorie/day diet. We’re gonna see how long it lasts. So far, 3 days. I get to cheat on Sat and Sunday and eat whatever I like, but during the week, I can only eat 700 calories. It’s really not that hard, and you really get to see what you put into your body on a daily basis. I’m basically surviving on chocolate milk, water, and fruit. I wanted to go in to work naked today because after 3 days of this diet, I’m looking nice and lean. Which helps since I’ll see The Cop this weekend.
Anyway, I’m a little pissed off. I got a note from my apartment stating that I owe $407.34 for the 18 days in September since I move out on August 28. Apparently, the lease I signed ends on September 19. Let me tell you why I’m pissed.
When I moved to Mason, I asked for an apartment bigger than my apartment in Royal Oak. I was shown an apartment and was told it was 820 sq. feet. However, after I signed the lease (on August 28, 2004) I realized that they tricked me and it was in fact a 760 sq ft apartment. Now, it really didn’t matter. However, the bigger apartment had a walk in closet whereas the smaller apartment had a matchbox for a closet. And you know Kiki has a ton of shoes so the smaller apartment wouldn’t work. I asked to be transferred to a bigger apartment, and they obliged, but they had me bring in my old lease and they destroyed both. So then I signed a new lease. From September 2005 – September 2006. Of course, I didn’t know this would be a problem back then because I didn’t know that I’d even be looking for a house within six months. So now I’m trying to convince my apartments that I shouldn’t have to pay the $400 because they were the ones who misled me in the first place by trying to put me in a smaller apartment. And, it’s not like I can’t afford the $400. Well, it is actually. I have money ear marked and set aside for different things for The Dungeon already. I really don’t want to take $400 out of the budget for something that’s not justifiable. We’ll see how this plays out.
So I was all disappointed this morning. I didn’t tell Daddy Kiki about the situation because I wanted to handle it myself. So instead I threw my remote control against a wall and watched it shatter into pieces. Because that’s both destructive and dramatic. Then I freaked out cause the remote didn’t work and I’d be hell pressed to change the channels on my TV without a remote, so I fixed the remote and called Daddy Kiki. Y’all just don’t understand what a great parent he is. I told him that I didn’t call for his advice cause I’m trying to be a big girl and do things on my own, and he calmly explained to me that even though he’s going on 53, he still doesn’t know everything and sometimes he has to ask for help/advice. So, a girl in her early 20s is always supposed to ask for help. He gave me some pointers on how to handle the situation to get out of paying the $400.
So that’s my story. I’m sure I’ll share what happens.
Thanks to everyone for posting comments. I like to know that people are reading and I love hearing what y’all have to say.
I had an excellent run last night. And I think I might have eaten less than 700 calories. For those that don’t know, I’m back on my 700 calorie/day diet. We’re gonna see how long it lasts. So far, 3 days. I get to cheat on Sat and Sunday and eat whatever I like, but during the week, I can only eat 700 calories. It’s really not that hard, and you really get to see what you put into your body on a daily basis. I’m basically surviving on chocolate milk, water, and fruit. I wanted to go in to work naked today because after 3 days of this diet, I’m looking nice and lean. Which helps since I’ll see The Cop this weekend.
Anyway, I’m a little pissed off. I got a note from my apartment stating that I owe $407.34 for the 18 days in September since I move out on August 28. Apparently, the lease I signed ends on September 19. Let me tell you why I’m pissed.
When I moved to Mason, I asked for an apartment bigger than my apartment in Royal Oak. I was shown an apartment and was told it was 820 sq. feet. However, after I signed the lease (on August 28, 2004) I realized that they tricked me and it was in fact a 760 sq ft apartment. Now, it really didn’t matter. However, the bigger apartment had a walk in closet whereas the smaller apartment had a matchbox for a closet. And you know Kiki has a ton of shoes so the smaller apartment wouldn’t work. I asked to be transferred to a bigger apartment, and they obliged, but they had me bring in my old lease and they destroyed both. So then I signed a new lease. From September 2005 – September 2006. Of course, I didn’t know this would be a problem back then because I didn’t know that I’d even be looking for a house within six months. So now I’m trying to convince my apartments that I shouldn’t have to pay the $400 because they were the ones who misled me in the first place by trying to put me in a smaller apartment. And, it’s not like I can’t afford the $400. Well, it is actually. I have money ear marked and set aside for different things for The Dungeon already. I really don’t want to take $400 out of the budget for something that’s not justifiable. We’ll see how this plays out.
So I was all disappointed this morning. I didn’t tell Daddy Kiki about the situation because I wanted to handle it myself. So instead I threw my remote control against a wall and watched it shatter into pieces. Because that’s both destructive and dramatic. Then I freaked out cause the remote didn’t work and I’d be hell pressed to change the channels on my TV without a remote, so I fixed the remote and called Daddy Kiki. Y’all just don’t understand what a great parent he is. I told him that I didn’t call for his advice cause I’m trying to be a big girl and do things on my own, and he calmly explained to me that even though he’s going on 53, he still doesn’t know everything and sometimes he has to ask for help/advice. So, a girl in her early 20s is always supposed to ask for help. He gave me some pointers on how to handle the situation to get out of paying the $400.
So that’s my story. I’m sure I’ll share what happens.
Thanks to everyone for posting comments. I like to know that people are reading and I love hearing what y’all have to say.
