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Good news and bad news.
Jan. 8th, 2013 01:13 pmGood news? Bicycle arrived and is now assembled. Bad news? My bike pump doesn't work for this type of bike, and I also need a lock. And since the tires are kinda soggy, there'll be no driving it for now.
Good news? Exterminator has been here and sprayed the little flea bastards. The bad news is that while the stuff he used is badass, it doesn't work all at once. The live fleas should die slowly over the next couple of days. Then he'll come back in 2 weeks and spray again to get the eggs. So they'll keep bugging me for a while, but at least not as much as they do now.
Good news? The super seemed genuinely shocked at all the shit that needs fixing in the apartment, so he'll be back tomorrow with a colleague. Which is kind of the bad news, because I get so scared about "complaining". I know logically that it's not complaining, since I'm expected to point out flaws or needed repairs, but it ramps up my anxiety so fucking much to do this. And I was hoping to have energy left over to go to the city 15 mins away by car to go apply for welfare. I'm not entirely sure I'll manage it. And I have to do it this week.
The bad news with no good news for balance is that my phone is broken. The screen is cracked, and fixing it will cost money I simply don't have right now. Unless I've miscalculated grossly how much money I'll get back of my deposit from the old apartment, I won't be able to afford to fix it. It would be cheaper for me to wait another 3 months, because by then I'll be allowed to buy a new phone and pay it via my phone bill. It still works and I'll keep using until it breaks down. I also still have my previous phone, and going back to it shouldn't be much of an issue. Annoying, but fairly unproblematic.
There's more. But it's only Tuesday and I'm already completely exhausted. Fuck this, I'm going to bed.
Good news? Exterminator has been here and sprayed the little flea bastards. The bad news is that while the stuff he used is badass, it doesn't work all at once. The live fleas should die slowly over the next couple of days. Then he'll come back in 2 weeks and spray again to get the eggs. So they'll keep bugging me for a while, but at least not as much as they do now.
Good news? The super seemed genuinely shocked at all the shit that needs fixing in the apartment, so he'll be back tomorrow with a colleague. Which is kind of the bad news, because I get so scared about "complaining". I know logically that it's not complaining, since I'm expected to point out flaws or needed repairs, but it ramps up my anxiety so fucking much to do this. And I was hoping to have energy left over to go to the city 15 mins away by car to go apply for welfare. I'm not entirely sure I'll manage it. And I have to do it this week.
The bad news with no good news for balance is that my phone is broken. The screen is cracked, and fixing it will cost money I simply don't have right now. Unless I've miscalculated grossly how much money I'll get back of my deposit from the old apartment, I won't be able to afford to fix it. It would be cheaper for me to wait another 3 months, because by then I'll be allowed to buy a new phone and pay it via my phone bill. It still works and I'll keep using until it breaks down. I also still have my previous phone, and going back to it shouldn't be much of an issue. Annoying, but fairly unproblematic.
There's more. But it's only Tuesday and I'm already completely exhausted. Fuck this, I'm going to bed.
