I CAN’T WAIT TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS APARTMENT COMPLEX!

Yah so I’m bitching.  I’m pissed off.  We leave to go to our car to get something and can’t get the hell out of the door to the outside! Why? It’s freaking broken.  I even go back upstairs to get a screwdriver to unscrew the damn handle off so I can get the door open.  It’s a freaking fire hazard and annoying as hell.  I’d rather the door be open and broken than freaking locked and broken and can’t get the fuck out of the building.

So Yah there’s another outside door on the other end of the building.  It is actually working, for now.  And Yah there’s our balcony that’s on the end unit that we can climb off of and onto a shit load of meter crap on the side of the building so that we don’t have to jump off the 2nd floor balcony.  It just pisses me off.

Oh and I thought of the emergency maintenance number.  Except the number given on the office door and office message machine is fucking disconnected.  Oh yah, like that is some big fucking surprise to me.  This place is so screwed up.  It took them over a month to get a fucking fax that they never received (over and over faxes sent) (bullshit– total incompetence and disorganization on their part b/c I know it was their problem on their end with ever fucking excuse under the sun about it– oh yah, sometimes their fax machine works and sometimes it doesn’t and their power went out (but it didn’t go out anywhere else but the fucking office)— whatever and then finally they had to have the paperwork mailed to them from the housing place we’re moving into sometime this freaking next year when a unit becomes available.  It can’t happen soon enough!

So I can’t get the door handle off all the way.  So I give up.  I did fix what I did (put the screws back in) so I left no trace of screwing with the door handle– except our fingerprints but they ain’t gonna be checking that.  I go make signs to plaster on the inside and outside of the door letting people know it is hopeless and broken and make a sign to go stick on the outside of the office door.  Julie cut off my totally toned down note at the bottom that said, “WOW, WHAT A SURPRISE. NOBODY TO CALL. NOBODY TO FIX. ANOTHER PROBLEM WRONG.”  

Whatever.  I guess she’s right even though I hate having to say that.  We can’t burn bridges and we’re not out of here yet and if they got all pissed about it they have evidence we called the office number by their caller ID.  Otherwise, I swear to G-d, I’d fucking fight Julie on it.  I mean shit, I didn’t swear in it at all like I fucking wanted to swear.  The rest of the note is all fine and normal and I took out the swearing I wanted to say.  I really wanted to say that The fucking damn door is broken. But I didn’t.  And I really wanted to swear in my little added note at the bottom, but I didn’t.  Ah well, it’s a simple note telling people the door is broken on the inside and outside and the maintenance number is all wrong and disconnected.  

Sigh.This place sucks.  It’s not just this– it’s everything that has gone wrong or never been taken care of that sucks.  And yah the new place might not be all that much better but damn, I really think it is going to be better than this place.  

This moving can’t happen soon enough.  Not only to just get out of this freaking place but to get further away from Julie’s mother.  I so wish we lived or Julie’s mother lived an entire state away or hours upon hours away.  Julie’s mother all asked Julie last night so when will I see you again?  Are you spending the night here? She sounded all pathetic and crap.  And it’s like, only when we fucking have to see you again lady.  And hell no we ain’t spending the night unless we have to or deem it necessary for some freaking ass reason. 

And moving up to the big city means being closer to our in-person support network and some friends and all that jazz.  Yah we’re going to be further away to a few friends who are part of our support network but we’re gonna be closer to other friends.  So it’s got its pluses and minuses but right now some of the advantages (and there is like a list) is stronger than any of the other things that ain’t so cool about it or different or whatever.

So that’s my rant for the night.  The freaking door is broken and can’t call anyone and couldn’t figure out how to fix it myself.  I just wonder if by plastering a note on the office door if they’ll fix it tomorrow or if it will take several days or whatever for them to take care of it.  

Billie