Fuck It

Excuse my language but it is just necessary.

I had a lovely holiday, took Friday and Monday off to make it a little vacation, saw a huge group of my family for our first family reunion in 7 years, and I'm looking forward to spending time with family in the Dallas area soon, but I'm just done with my apartment that continues to be a place of pure and utter crap that interferes with all these nice things.

I will blog about all of that later but in rears the ugly little head of my crappy place first - I cannot leave this place for a weekend and come back to serenity because there's always something to deal with! It was fairly small this time - the chain for the fan broke off so I can't turn it on - but it's just the sheer volume of crap I have had to deal with since I got here.

I had just been in the office to get the new security code for the workout room, walked around to the workout facility to test it out, went back to my apartment to start unloading from my trip, and pulled the chain to turn on the fan. Since I had just walked to the office and saw about 4 people in there, I decided I should be able to call and get someone - nope. Walked back over there to put in my request and saw the head maintenance guy. You know, he actually has been very helpful but it's just not worth it anymore.

After I told him about this problem he of course asked about other things in the apartment. I told him how I had tried to get word to him by putting a note clearly labeled with his name in with my rent check (knowing they would absolutely get it) and it still didn't get to him - they just handed it off to someone who didn't know anything about my apartment. At that point I knew I would no longer go into the office unless it was absolutely necessary and that I will be moving elsewhere when my lease is up. I am resolved to this but of course him asking me how things are made me tell him this whole story and he kept telling me what all he could do. I said, "honestly, after that last time trying to get through to you I am just done," and I went on to explain how it has just been too much. He continued to offer his help, etc., but I just laid it out that I will no longer be here after my lease is up. "Things like this," I said holding up the broken chain to my fan, "have just happened so much and I can't deal with it anymore. I have other things to spend time on and this just isn't it."

He was very nice and I told him it was no fault of his and he had been very helpful, but getting to him is nearly impossible and the time and effort I put in and have put in to this place is so much that it has soured me to the whole place. I just will not deal with it anymore. Instead of letting it stress me out and taking time during my evenings and weekends to call, call again, go in the office, etc, so forth and so on, I just let it all go.

Now hopefully I can just enjoy this place until I leave. Little things like this chain breaking just tell me again and again that this is not the place for me. I'm done.