Wanted a day off filled with errands and exercise, but true to form, my phone would not stop ringing from travel agents and distraught photographers. To add insult to injury, my landlord pops by and says he wants us all out by the END OF NOVEMBER, (24-hours earlier it was January 1st). What happened next pretty much never happens. I channeled my Bronx-born father and proceeded to rip my landlord a new asshole. The only thing resolved from the curse-laced conversation was that we will all meet tomorrow and settle our move out date.
Later, I saw another apt that was actually in my current hood, and itís a 2-br share. When I opened the door, this girl looked like she was just out of college. Ouch. The apt was nice but very small. I would basically forget about having a desk, shelves, or a dresser. Basically it was just a room for a bed and a night stand. Closets were nice. And then there was a surprise. There was a washer and dryer in the bathroom. That was a turn-on but that was about it.
Lesson for today. Iím going to have to put a lot of things in storage.