whatever can go wrong ...
hey there friends and neighbors. here's a tale about a girl who seems to have been gone for a bit because of things beyond her control. you see, she's been dreaming, nay wishing, about her apartment problem and how 'twas supposed to be fixed by the end of this here week.
of course, the saying goes, whatever can go wrong ... will. cuz just as everything was supposed to be fixed right as rain ... BLAMMO ... that there rug was pulled out beneath her and it looks as though she is back right where she started.
y'all know about her plight ... her apartment was condemned and she was in quite a jam. well, the landlord (who as luck would have it) was only 1/3 owner of her property, his elders were the other 2/3's. well that one 1/3 was having a might of a time trying to get everything done and fixed to her liking under the radar ... that is, he was quite scared of his parents so he was fixin' to do all of the work behind their backs. this included giving the damsel free rent for a while (since he fixed the apartment so that it was up to code) and reimbursement for all her ruined furniture/items. he was also gonna have the apartment exactly how she wanted it - everything all fixed right purty. well that was last week.
this week it seems that that youngin' (well truth be told he is in his 50's) is now in the hospital. we have no more knowledge of what is to come of his agreement with the girl. she is now back in limbo, living with various people and out of a suitcase.
now before you think that the girl has a black heart because she is not worried about the man, hold yer tongue. she is very worried, and not because he holds her immediate home in his hands. in reality she feels somewhat guilty about the whole thing. has the stress of it all caused him to get this sick? does she lay down her grievances and call it quits? she's not sure. she doesn't want anything to happen to the man. but he has been known to tell a few tall tales in the past. like the one about the condemnation of her apartment ... not really true. he was just trying to buy some time to fix up the apartment at his leisure. when she wouldn't go away silently he realized that he needed to make it right. the gal hardly thinks that the man is lying about the sickness, but she hates to think that he has been the boy who called wolf before.
so that's where she's been. here but without the creative bug to get her going to write something she is passionate about. for the most part, that's what she wants to try to convey on this here storypage.
so, keep the fires burning ... she'll come back soon to sit a spell.
of course, the saying goes, whatever can go wrong ... will. cuz just as everything was supposed to be fixed right as rain ... BLAMMO ... that there rug was pulled out beneath her and it looks as though she is back right where she started.
y'all know about her plight ... her apartment was condemned and she was in quite a jam. well, the landlord (who as luck would have it) was only 1/3 owner of her property, his elders were the other 2/3's. well that one 1/3 was having a might of a time trying to get everything done and fixed to her liking under the radar ... that is, he was quite scared of his parents so he was fixin' to do all of the work behind their backs. this included giving the damsel free rent for a while (since he fixed the apartment so that it was up to code) and reimbursement for all her ruined furniture/items. he was also gonna have the apartment exactly how she wanted it - everything all fixed right purty. well that was last week.
this week it seems that that youngin' (well truth be told he is in his 50's) is now in the hospital. we have no more knowledge of what is to come of his agreement with the girl. she is now back in limbo, living with various people and out of a suitcase.
now before you think that the girl has a black heart because she is not worried about the man, hold yer tongue. she is very worried, and not because he holds her immediate home in his hands. in reality she feels somewhat guilty about the whole thing. has the stress of it all caused him to get this sick? does she lay down her grievances and call it quits? she's not sure. she doesn't want anything to happen to the man. but he has been known to tell a few tall tales in the past. like the one about the condemnation of her apartment ... not really true. he was just trying to buy some time to fix up the apartment at his leisure. when she wouldn't go away silently he realized that he needed to make it right. the gal hardly thinks that the man is lying about the sickness, but she hates to think that he has been the boy who called wolf before.
so that's where she's been. here but without the creative bug to get her going to write something she is passionate about. for the most part, that's what she wants to try to convey on this here storypage.
so, keep the fires burning ... she'll come back soon to sit a spell.
4 Comments:
At 9:15 PM, darth said…
i wondered where you've been...and now posting at night..wtf???
well, remember when we were saying "i guess it can't get worse"...damn...
don't feel any guilt tho, you aren't responsible for that guy's woes or his karma...just happen to be renting the wrong place at the wrong time. i'm thinking of ya :)
At 5:51 AM, John Patmos said…
Thinking of you here as well. I really hope things work out for you, and quickly.
Karma is a funny thing. My recent trip to Japan illustrated to me that I should NEVER, under any circumstances, return. Consider this:
1) Day two I split open my knee. Probably should have gotten stitches, but I didn't - I just sucked it upo and kept working.
2) Day four I throw out my back. Blame it on favoring one leg (trying to protect my injured knee) combined with really, really uncomfortable beds.
3) Day four (night) - I check into a hotel that would have been unacceptable in Saigon, circa 1967. Nicotine stains on every surface, God-only-knows what stains on the wall, as large as a shoebox, etc. Ugh.
4) Last day - the hour and a half trip from Yokohama to Narita takes over three and a half hours, so I nearly miss my flight home.
5) Arriving home - the luggage carousel fails, and it takes the baggage guys 45 minutes to fix it. My bag is about the last one off the plane.
I've had plenty of business trips where things went wrong, but it was the breadth and depth of my misfortune on this trip that got me to thinking. Perhaps life is nothing more than a series of obstacles to overcome; we are but cosmic pigeons pecking at a light in this mysterious Skinner box we call life. I can only hope that our next food pellet is a particularly tasty one.
At 10:05 AM, Anonymous said…
I say go to the hospital, kick him out of bed, and get his lazy ass to work.
There is no problem in an apartment that can't be solved in ONE WEEK if necessary...this guy has been screwing you around for what, MONTHS now?
They could have built an apartment building by now.
At 12:48 AM, Arethusa said…
I've got some friends in the Air force in Cali somewhere...I could send them to check up on the landlord for you. Just to see if everything's ok. Just sayin'!
I'm sending you good vibes, my dear. :-)
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