So today I went to my new apartment and met my new super. In an attempt to legitimize the shady “passing off of cash” to ensure prompt service in the future, I also gave the super a nice bottle of (nine dollar) wine from Trader Joes and a card. What kind of card do you get someone when the occasion is basically extortion? “Congratulations”? “Deepest Sympathies”? I decided to go with a card that simply said “Howdy”, with no message inside (guess the writers strike has extended to greeting card writers, har har har). I just jotted a quick message about how nice it was to meet him and be part of the area and wandered over for the handoff.
When I got there I asked if I could take another look at the apartment and get some measurements. Man, when I walked in, I swear the place had shrunk 40%. Really? Was I wearing my “wide angle eyeballs” when I first checked it out? The kitchen is literally the fridge, the stove and the sink all jammed into a back corner. There’s no actual SURFACE AREA to work on – it’s wall-to-wall appliance. The bedroom is a lavish 102 inches x 75 inches, with only 82 of the length really usable because the remaining 20 inches is the door.
So, rest assured, it’s going to be… cute.
Let’s hope I love the area, because at this point I’m sitting here shaking my head asking myself “what the hell were you thinking?!”.
MAN I LOVED THAT FIRST APARTMENT!!
Ah well. Onward and upward. At least it’s getting a fresh coat of paint.