Bad day for glass

The day before yesterday was a bad day for glass. First, I busted open the glass light-diffuser-as-light-fixture (with my head) covering myself and our bed in dust and shards, and leaving our bedroom with all the charm of a warehouse due to the two exposed light bulbs.

Then two glasses got knocked over into the sink, also exploding (no proximity to my heas this time). I dropped a nice mug, which landed on another mug leaving, you guessed it, shards of glass. Finally, I noticed the handle of one of the cats' french onion soup water bowls was broken off. I do not know how it happened, though I'm pretty sure I must have been there, based on the aforementioned activities.

It was a bad day for glass. Though, in the end, I suppose this makes packing easier? Less stuff?

Our apartment is full of boxes and somewhat packing, leaving the cats a little jittery, and R and me feeling like this place really isn't too much of home anymore. It's annoying and freaky to wade through boxes that will soon enough be filled with everything we think we need, and us left camping in the apartment. Till the end-ish of May. Although that does bring me into my latest landlord encounter. (I don't like our skeevy, money grubbing landlord. ew.)

Phone: ringggggggggggggggggg! [the ringer is broken and now it's more of a siren]
Me: Hello?
Skeevy Landlord (SL): [my name]. [a statement]
Me: Yes. [another statement]
SL: It's SL.
Me: Oh.
SL: So, you're moving out soon.
Me: Towards the end of the month, yes.
SL: I thought you were moving out in April.
Me: No. It's May.
SL: Well, then can I get a cheque right away?
Me: No, I don't think that will be necessary, since we paid you first and last when we moved in [as I bitterly regret giving this creepy asshole anything]
SL: Oh, well I don't have my files right here to check
[what I should have said: well, why then did you call before checking?]
Me: [what I really said]: when you do you'll see everything is in order.
SL: oh well then, bye.
Me: Bye. *click* ARGHGHGHGGH

So he was obviously trying to swindle me out f a cheque or someting.BAsically he thought we were squatting and/or wanted to get me off balance and get another cheque. What a freak. Makes me want to take R's idea and write in marker on the fridge everything that is wrong with the place, so the next tenants will at least get a new fridge. And circle big arrows aroud the pipe in the wall. Grr, you know? What a jackass. I'm a little mad at myself for being polite when I would have been well within my rights to ask him why he called and grill him a little.

Anyway, I cannot wait to have no more dealings with this man. He's a chump, and he'll get his. At least we're not having to leave the best apartment ever or something, it'll be much easier to bid this place adieu. And you better believe we are that much smarter when it comes to landlords.


Big congratulations to Batman and J who are planning to actually purchase their home this evening, thereby ensuring the best ever landlords. Well done, I'm so excited for you both!