sistawendy | last minute aggro

Says my agent, the city hasn't issued my certificate of occupancy yet. That could in theory delay closing, which has been planned for Friday since my offer was accepted. He's not too worried because a) it will probably Just Happen in time, and b) even if it doesn't there's such a thing as a temporary certificate of occupation. At least it isn't anything I did to cause the holdup.

For the second bit of aggro, you need some context: I told my apartment building manager late last week that I'll be out of here by the 7th. No worries, he says, but they won't pro-rate rent. I wasn't expecting that anyway and I have in fact paid in full for May. I'll have all the time in the world to clean, I suppose.

Remember my loft bed, which nearly all my girlfriends* hated? On Saturday I disassembled it and, since there's barely any room to walk here in the Devil Girl Pad, I put it just outside my door, making sure not to put it someplace where it'll impede people walking. I figured it was OK, because lots of people in my building have stuff right outside their doors; the walkways aren't enclosed.

Yesterday I put the frame in the dumpster, which involved unpacking my saw and making some pieces short enough. But I plan to get the movers to dispose of the mattress.

Yesterday afternoon the whole building got a nastygram from the building manager asking who "dumped" the mattress. I confessed and moved the mattress back inside tout de suite, thereby cutting off access to some cleaning implements; it was the least bad option.

The building manager emailed me late last night to apologize. He didn't put two and two together to get mattress. Whatever.

I'm getting really tired of sleeping on my floor. I have matching bruises on my hips.

But! I have done what I hope are my last loads of laundry that required quarters for a long, long time. Quarters and maybe carrying freshly dried laundry in the rain.

I did the walkthrough for the house yesterday, though. I think I'm going to enjoy the morning light with the view of the Cascades, even if that view also includes Aurora. I measured for a washer & dryer. I need to measure the downstairs bedroom, though, because Ex has plans for furnishing the whole downstairs. I'm only too happy to accept if I can.

Edited to add: You know how some people stress-eat? I do whatever the opposite of that is. I've lost three pounds since the start of the Empackening.

*The only one who didn't complain about it was Temptress, who's the tallest of them and indeed is taller than I am.