Also, why does every apartment claim to be over 600 - 650 square feet, then appear in person to be approximately 500 - 525, with alternate listings that back that assessment up, leaving everything a mystery, and also, someone is already up your ass trying to take the place before you can make a decision.
Because I am going so nuts at work, I cannot stop myself in my personal life and am going hard in every direction.
Today after work I finally pulled the trigger and threw down a security deposit on an apartment. Then I went to yin yoga and all I thought about was:
And then checked my work email as soon as I was done and had MORE BAD NEWS and damnit working with East Coast AND West Coast people and being on call for both is impossible and I was like EFF NO these projects will never end / launch and I have a million errands and doctor appointments and life and when does it all end and also travel for work and people visiting but all of this was a very zen meltdown with only a hint of tears and my friend was like oh jesus you need a hug and go eat some dinner.
So THEN I put in the follow-up application for the apartment, and that was not enough for me. No, I had to also search for other units in the building, see that they all seemed to be approximately 50 - 80 square feet LESS than this unit purports to be, and then send the property guy an email including that link and asking if that apartment was REALLY that big and if not, we may need to discuss a rent adjustment.
Did I just psycho myself out of a place? Or do something really smart JUST in case? I don’t know anymore you guys. Can I party yet? No?
Today I woke up at 11:30! 11:30! I was in bed for almost 12 hours (save for a mild anxiety event at 1am. I’m fine), which is crazytown. But I seriously needed it! Although, I was still Cranky As Fuck until 1:30 when I had my coffee. Maybe a little hungover too…
Despite my slow start, I managed to wear a cute outfit (burning myself in the process - do not steam your shirt while you’re wearing it. Pro tip.), run to Target, and watch the Preakness and the Knicks game out with friends (R.I.P.).
I ALSO acted like a boss relating to a boy I met and got along with, and I’m quite proud of myself. We’ll see what happens!
Did someone from tumblr just beep at me because Mitch is internet famous? Or did I alienate someone I know in Denver? OR do I look like someone else with a similar dog?