.: i'm sure the view from heaven :.

Someone started banging on my door around twenty till nine. This isn't unusual, sadly, but most people knock once or twice and then go away. No this person. They kept it up for almost twenty, thirty minutes. I finally go to look out the peep hole, and there is this angry looking black woman right outside my door. She must have heard me come up to the door, because she then jiggled the nob, kicked the closed door and yelled "I know you're in there, get the fuck out here!"

What the shit.

I let her go on like this for another few minutes, I get my phone out and in hand to dial 911 if this goes south fast and finally crack the door open. "What the hell do you want?"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, CRACKER?"

Note: this is the first time I've been called a "cracker". At least to my face.

"I live here, who the hell are you?"

"No you do not, and you send Mal out here right this fucking second!" I am probably making this woman sound more coherent than she actually is.

"There's no one named Mal here, go away."

We argue about this for a good five minutes. Finally she gets fed up with my refusing to budge and kicks the door - that I am keeping braced. I jump back to avoid being smacked by it, she tries to shove past me to get into my apartment and apparently realizes that I was telling the truth because first she angrily demands to know where "Mal's" stuff was and as I yelled at her that I don't know who the hell Mal IS she finally storms off down the stairs. Her hasty retreat was probably also aided by the fact that at this point I am threatening to call the cops if she doesn't get out of my doorway. I'm not proud to admit I yelled after her "fucking psycho bitch, if I see you again I'm calling the cops!"

I think I would be more panicked right now if I thought she'd be back, but I heard her storm into the next building - still yelling - and apparently found the object of her ire there.

God fucking dammit I am going to move out of this place next month if I have to go live in a van down by the river.

Well, I know *I* am not sleeping for a while. TO REDDIT.

My nice, wonderful evening of working on my frigging bigbang has been shot to hell by some stupid spyware, trojan and malware combonation FROM HELL. Now that I've got the system restored I'm running a scour-and-nuke session with everything I've got.

As if to make life even MORE better, I have had the killer-cramps-from-hell for the past few days. Never in my entire history of menstruating have I ever had cramps this bad. Literally, doubled over in pain at some points. I'm significantly better today than I was yesterday but oh the humanity. Midol+hot baths keeping my epic orz to a bare minimum.

I'm off work tomorrow because I switched shifts with a coworker because I'm a nice person. So I do have to work on Saturday but I am so glad to be off tomorrow you people don't even realize.

Also, I will eventually start making phone posts again once I remember I can. Y'all are lucky I didn't remember NOW because you would have gotten an earful of verbal keyboard smash.

I HATE REALITY SOME DAYS. Can I move to Amestris, soul-sucking transmutation circles and all?

So, LJ. Let's talk a moment why Catie is fucking pissed.

Get up this morning. Got the start of a headache. Meh. Get together various small bric-a-brac. Venture out to the new apartment to pick up the keys from the landlady at the agreed-upon time of 8:30am because when I signed the papers yesterday they were still in the process of changing the locks.

Get to the apartment at about 8:10. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Wait more.

Headache develops into full-blown migraine.

Finish book I had sitting in my car.

Look at clock. 9:15.

Call starving4scotch, complain bitterly. Remember I still have the key from looking at the apartment yesterday, but I left it on my desk at work because landlady said it wouldn't work in new lock. Give up on landlady, go drive halfway across Lexington, pick up key. Drive back. Key doesn't work, they did indeed change the lock.

Fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck. I don't have the landlady's cell phone number because when we agreed upon meeting at the office at 8:30 she said "oh, good then I don't have to give you my cell phone number." The office is not open this Saturday because the apartment complex management is having a picnic or something.

I was going to move this weekend. Thank fucking god I have another week to move, and another weekend to work on moving because otherwise I would be so fucked I don't even know what I'd do. Imagine if I'd had a truck rental. The icing on the cake is their office hours match up with when I have to be at work currently, so I can't even go by there to pick up the key until Wednesday.

I think I've got something worked out tentatively but I am so fucking pissed right now it isn't even worth it. I'm going to pack stuff, seethe, and go see Ponyo this afternoon in the hopes that it will stop me from breaking something in a blind rage.

There is always the possibility, I imagine, that something important came up and, well, I doubt the landlady wrote down my cell phone number from my file. And if I find out on Monday when I call and blast their ears off that she got into a wreck or something I'll feel bad for being pissed at them, but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Okay, so, depending on how this week goes I might need help moving next weekend. Can I bribe anyone to help me?

Oh my god I am shaking in rage. I am almost in TEARS. This stupid, stupid fucking customer. RAGE. RAGE. You do NOT get to tell me I am incompetent at my job when you didn't go to the trouble of scheduling an appointment. You do NOT get to yell at me and tell me this is silly and that it's taking too long when you DIDN'T SCHEDULE AN APPOINTMENT. There is NOTHING IN THE SYSTEM. Nothing! Nada! If you have equipment, it had to come from somewhere! We can't turn the service on over the phone! Oh god, the entitlement. OH MY GOD THE CONDESCENSION. RAGE. RAAAAAAAAAAAAGE.

You do not get to demand that I lose my job for doing my job.

Tonight was going so well too.

I am exhausted, can hardly breathe through my nose, have the worst migraine in the history of ever, am really very pissed off at my bank and generally in the worst mood I could possibly be. I would complain that this day can't get any worse but I know better than to tempt fate and in fact am going to sulk and take a hot bath when I get home. And then sleep.

I hate Saturdays so damn much.

Argh, today has been a sucky day at work. Just long and full of ridiculous computers (ARGH), ridiculous customers (ARGH ARGH) and just general AAAAARRRRGH.

I want to go home and have a nice quiet bowl of something and go to bed, but roommate-tachi is having a bachlorette party so I know that's not going to be the case. Dammit I wish I had heard about this, you know, beforehand.

I will probably pick up some burgers and lock myself in my room for the remainder of the night when I get home. I just cleaned the apartment. I'm going to have to clean it again tomorrow after work too, I know it.

*is in a Not Very Good Mood At All*

Think I'll watch Iron Man again. I can't wait for that movie to be out on DVD, it's so going to be one of my comfort movies.

[Edit] Upside: I drew a pretty nifty shinigami!Kenshin today, and the Iron Man novelization cracked my shit up with the whole "one ring" bit. ( Actual line behind cut because, uh. Whatever. )

Probably oughtn't be making a post from work, but I suppose as long as it's the worksafe variety no one will care too much.

Thinking about strangling the landlady. If you want to change our verbal agreement on payments? That's fine. Taping something to our door dated two days ago and then stating if you don't hear from me by 5:00pm you'll be calling a lawyer? That, m'dear, is sheer cowardice. You have my contact information.

I found that lovely note when I left for work today. It was dated 5/7/08. Today is 5/9/08. Said note was NOT on the door when I got in at almost 10pm last night.

YARGH.

On that note, I love my job. It can be a touch aggravating, but I still love it. Now, if I could get the whole apartment thing straightened out properly life would be peachy keen.

Last weekend for ever and ever. (From here on out, I work Saturdays.) MUST ENJOY IT.

[Edit] 20 episodes remaining in Fushigi Yuugi. I am enjoying that show far more than I thought I would - even though I know what's coming. I can do without the OMG MIAKA OMG TAMAHOME, but it's ... not bothering me as much as I thought it would.

I think my muses are hiding from the girly anime, though, because it's ripe for ridicule and they're absolutely silent. xD