Living Space of Doom

[d_aulnoy]

Have I mentioned how much I hate my apartment? I was sitting here marking proofs, feet on my desk and proofs on my knees, when I noticed the nice, friendly workmen staring through my window. We waved. It was great. This is sarcasm, by the way: my temper is too frayed to convey this through the normal techniques of tone and word-choice.

This is no way to live.

On the upside, summer funding! Woo-hoo!

Maybe I can use it to move ...

Comments

[omnia-mutantur.livejournal.com]

i have a thousand sympathies. literally. i'd tell you horror stories about my last apartment to try and cheer you up, but everyone has those stories.

i could weave you a tale about watching you proof papers saving some poor construction worker's life. but you might not want to save his or her life right now.

so, instead, sympathies.

[d-aulnoy.livejournal.com]

Sympathy appreciated! I mean, bad enough that I have swastika's in my lobby: bad enough that there's barbed wire outside my window: but to be a source of entertainment for the hard-hat brigade in my own bedroom? And, damn, that last sentence sounds bad, but I'm too furious to rephrase ...

Outrage.

[omnia-mutantur.livejournal.com]

Eep.

i guess i'll just deathwish the building manager and hope for some sort of escape for you, then.

[cataptromancer.livejournal.com]

Hey, my apartment building is so old (audience: how old is it?) that every couple of weeks there's some new strange burning smell and I am awakened by fire trucks. The best part is that the firefighters sit outside and run around the building but never actually knock on anyone's door to tell them what the mysterious burning smell is -- currently, I'm wondering if I was supposed to evacuate or not. The firefighters are gone, but the mysterious burning smell remains...