divine angst

OK, it seems comments are down again. Sorry folks. Last time this happened, they came back in about an hour. I think there might be some throttling going on, so just sit on your hands for a bit and try later.

I’m assuming there are people out there who want to comment. But maybe I’m just having delusions of grandeur.

Update: Comments still down as of 7:45 pm. Don’t know when they’ll come back. Email me if what you want to say won’t wait. This post will remain at the top until things are back to normal.

Update 2: Many thanks to our good friend mowabb of ambivalent imbroglio, the keeper of the blawgcoop, for implementing a successful fix. Comments should be working again; if you find a link to a comment that is broken, let me know and I’ll update it.

This day is just not ending well.

I called our soon-to-be new apartment to reserve the freight elevator and was told by the building manager that our unit—or the unit we signed a lease for—is not really our unit. She said she knows for a fact that resident in our unit “is definitely not moving out.” And then she told me, somewhat rudely, to call the leasing agent we worked with last month and not to bother her about reserving the freight elevetor until I know what apartment we’re living in. I have a message into the leasing agent, and, by God, if she’s known about this and just didn’t call us, there will be hell to pay. I’m not moving down five floors because of someone’s mistake—at least not without a discount on the rent.

While waiting for a phone call from our leasing agent, my phone rang. I immediately answered without looking to see who it was, because I thought it would be the leasing agent. Instead, it was an obscene caller that I’ve been dealing with off and on for the last four or so years. He’s someone I know, someone I went to high school with, and I thought he’d stopped calling after I got a message from him, apologizing for being such a f**ked up asshole. Well, apparently not. However, today, he called at the wrong damn time and I shot back as soon as I realized what was going on with, “If you call me again, I’m calling the cops. I know where to find you.” Because I do. He hung up.

Also? It’s thundering outside, pouring rain, and yet still hotter than hell. I just want to go curl up into a little ball in the backseat of my car and have a good little cry because I’m so angry and frustrated and feeling so helpless. But I have work to do. For 16 more days and 45 more minutes.

I know I said I was going to have to lay off the slacking, but I just can’t get motivated. Things are so crazy—my office is going to reorganize right before I leave, which has created a sort of unsettled environment around here. (The reorg is a good reorg, but you know how people get when they discover their bosses will be different people than they’ve been used to working with.)

So I’ve been party planning instead. I just finished an Evite for our going-away party. Why do Evites take so long to craft? I nitpicked over the language, then over the guest list (you know, the “so-and-so doesn’t speak to such-and-such, can we invite both of them?” kind of thing), then over the design. And then I had to come up with clever poll questions to ask…it took a lot of time! And now that it’s out, I get to start thinking about food—I’ll make a brisket, and maybe some brats, and I might try that recipe for homemade veggie burgers…Sure the party’s not for three and a half weeks. It’s still got to be perfect! I haven’t planned a party in so long. I forget how much fun it is.

Update: Oh, shucks. I just found out from my boss that Project #3 is not going to get finished. We were hoping to have it reviewed so I could make any necessary revisions before I left, but the person who needs to review it is on vacation until the day AFTER I leave. Darn, darn, darn.

(This actually is a good thing; I was starting to get a little nervous about doing a good job on all three projects with such limited time. Now I can at least make sure that the troublesome project I am currently struggling with is in as good shape as I can get it before I go.)