DAY 2

Ok, so this technically isn't the next blog, but it IS the next blog about my miserable streak of bad days.


*Day 2*
Thursday. May 29, 2008


Went to work, had the whole deal with management about my Pearl and went home.

Stopped by Quizno's to get a Blackened Angus sub *drools*

Got home, put in Alpha Dog to re-watch & got cozy on my futon.

*doorbell rings*

It was my next door neighbor. Well, their son. He's like 11 or 12. He said that his mom said that I could use their trash bin to put our trash in until we get ours. (Cuz the stupid trash company took forever and a day to deliver ours. Just got it last week by the way & we've been there over a month.)

I said "It's ok. We just put it outside & they still get it. They're gonna deliver our bin soon."

"Oh ok. Well just letting you know that you can use our bin if you want to" and just stood there. I mean, I've never seen anyone that concerned about my trash, in life. Since he didn't move I caved. I wanted to go ahead & get it over with so I could get back to my dinner/movie.

By the way, we just had a BBQ at our house the previous weekend so had bags & bags of trash outside. And we forgot to put the trash out on Monday so it didn't get picked up. We had it on the other side of the fence of our backyard, and somehow Brando got to a couple of bags & ripped them all open. Yea... trash scattered all over the yard. I guess that's why our neighbors offered cuz they probably thought "Ughh. Let me help you clean up this mess!" lol.

So I went inside, grabbed a couple of trash bags & went out the back door to start picking up the massacre. The little boy & his mom helped me pick up everything on the outside of the fence. Told them I'd clean up the inside later (didn't want Brando to pounce all over them.)

As we finished up I thanked them & head back to the back door. Which is locked!

Hence, I'm locked out of my house. *insert scream here* This is the second time I've locked myself out at this house by the way. The 1st time was the day of the BBQ & Actor had to give me a lift up so I could climb into our window. Yea... don't ask. lol. It was pretty fun though; I like climbing stuff.

But back to the matter at hand here. So I'm locked out. Again. The same way like the 1st time. How you ask? Because the bottom knob to the door is retarded that's why. You know how when you turn the lock vertically it's locked & horizontally is unlocked? Mine is the opposite. Ergo, horizontal is locked. Yea... And I apparently can't remember that yet.

So here I am, standing outside in my PJs, in a neighborhood where I don't know anyone (except for my new friends,) Actor's out of town, I don't have a phone cuz I lost it yesterday, ergo don't know my landlord's number so I can call her to come open the door for me.

I asked my neighbors to let me use their phone, called Actor, and he didn't have her # either. He tries to google her to no avail. He says he'd call me back once he finds the number cuz we didn't wanna waste my neighbor's minutes. So I call my other friend K to help hunt her # down too. 2 heads are better (and faster) than one... But somehow they can't find anything on her. I finally remembered that I have an email from my landlord with a leasing agreement attachment, which should have her contact # right? So she hunted for that, found it, but couldn't open it cuz the laptop she was using didn't have Adobe Reader. Back to square one.

An hour later, between 80 calls to and from using numerous resources, we finally got an office #. By this time it had to be like 7:30 or 8pm. I figured she wouldn't be there but she picked up. YESSS!!! She works across town from where I live so said she could get there in an hour, hour and a half, so... I just waited. Sat outside on a horsy toy thingy that one of the kids had and waited... in my pjs... in a new neighborhood... where I don't know anyone but my newly introduced neighbors...

Their family was really nice. They offered me to come into their house to wait for my landlord but I didn't go in since I didn't know them so I sat outside for a while. But it started getting chilly since I was in my pjs so I gave & went in. The mom gave me a diet Mountain Dew & some crackers (which I didn't take.) The diet Mountain Dew wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be (I don't drink diet stuff.) I sat for a couple of minutes & then realized that my landlord's coming by & the backyard is filled with scattered trash, which is NOT a good look, so I excused myself to go clean up the mess.

Brando kept bothering me while I leaned down to pick up the trash. He has this habit of coming over to lick my back when I'm leaned or sitting down on the ground. Yea, he's an asshole. After about 10 "Sit down Brandos!" & "Go over there & play so I can clean up the mess that you made Brandos!" I got irritated & put him in time out in our storage shed. Don't worry I opened the windows so he could have some ventilation & stuff. And some toys. He kept barking cuz he wanted to be out near me but I ignored him until I got the job done.

My landlord finally came & let me in. It was the 1st time that they saw Brando too. They had concerns because he was a pit mix but he was so well-behaved & friendly that they were ok with him. She said "What's up with the grass?" though. lol. We just moved from an apartment to a house so don't have a lawn mower yet so... We'll get it handled as soon as possible.

They came in the slightly messy house with me & we chatted for a while & then they left. The house wasn't extra junky, but there were scattered stuff in some places that I would've cleaned up if I knew we were gonna have company kinda messy.

I reheated my now overly cold sub & resumed my movie. Man... What a night what a night!
Wait till I tell you about my 3rd bad day... Tops everything.