Irritations
What an annoying couple of weeks. Work is a pain in the ass. The new lawyer I work with, although I truly like him, is devoid of any sense of humor whatsoever. Example:
I'm having trouble getting a defendant served in New York City. Know why? He sees the envelope with our letterhead and ignores it until the post office comes and takes it away. Several weeks later, I find we didn't get service. For a hearing coming up next week, we did not get service. The judge will ask my boss, Did you get service? My boss will be ashamed and say no Your Honor, we did not. And the judge will say, why are you wasting my time? There you go. So. This guy in New York? On my shit list. I inform my boss what's happening. He said we have to kick the hearing - for the imagined scenario already written above. That means I get to call the court, reschedule the hearing, re-draft the notice, and try to get Asshole served. This is when I said to my boss, Can't we just get someone in New York to go over and beat the crap out of this guy? Or can we send me to New York and I'll beat the crap out of this guy? Supposed to be a stupid joke. But no, not to my humorless boss who responded: That action is disproportionate to the actions we must take, come on Elizabeth.
So I walked out in a huff, dismayed.
The other reason it's been annoying around here lately is because I am officially apartment-hunting. Good god somebody just blow my damn head off and put me out of my misery. On Sunday I venture over to an apartment for an open house, and stand out front for a bit because I was early. It's one of those 1920s-style walk up type places that you have to dial someone to get buzzed up. So I'm hanging out and a lady walks up. We start talking, she says this place looks great, the rent is cheap - hey boys and girls, it's a 400 square foot apartment with no refrigerator for the bargain price of $840 a month! And that doesn't include parking! Good luck finding some parking at the end of the day! Anyway, this woman says yep, this place looks good...I'm just trying to find a nice quiet place to settle...I've been in the porn industry so long...
Porn industry? I asked, really? She nodded. So that was interesting.
Then I head over to a place in Echo Park. Which can be a little dicey, but I'm game, it's only $700 a month. Sure. It's $700 bucks a month because the locks on the doors barely work and they haven't put bars on the windows and it's Echo Park which means it's clustered with a billion other weird chopped up houses on top of each other on a 90 degree hillside. Fun to parallel park your standard on that street. No thank you. I prefer the bars on my over-priced Hollywood pad to your under-priced bar-less Echo Park pad. I would like to live to see my mid-30s, thanks. And keep my shit, too.
Then today I head over to an apartment about 6 or 7 blocks from my place. Talk about a shithole. Literally. The place stunk. About...300 square feet, the whole thing. $795 a month for a shithole. And the brilliant, shifty landlord actually told me "people keep moving out." Yeah, no shit. So after trudging back to my car - yes, had to seek parking about 12 blocks away - in my 3 inch platform heels I started thinking, hey, I prefer the bone-crushing pain that heels provide over the other pain they provide, which is the open sore, blistery type. Then I thought, is every heel lover this insane about their heels? I prefer the bone-crushing pain over the open-sore blistery kind?! Then I finally got to my car and took them off and quit thinking about them. And oh to get back to my overpriced apartment with it's available parking and it's actual square footage. I'm going to miss this place...
I'm having trouble getting a defendant served in New York City. Know why? He sees the envelope with our letterhead and ignores it until the post office comes and takes it away. Several weeks later, I find we didn't get service. For a hearing coming up next week, we did not get service. The judge will ask my boss, Did you get service? My boss will be ashamed and say no Your Honor, we did not. And the judge will say, why are you wasting my time? There you go. So. This guy in New York? On my shit list. I inform my boss what's happening. He said we have to kick the hearing - for the imagined scenario already written above. That means I get to call the court, reschedule the hearing, re-draft the notice, and try to get Asshole served. This is when I said to my boss, Can't we just get someone in New York to go over and beat the crap out of this guy? Or can we send me to New York and I'll beat the crap out of this guy? Supposed to be a stupid joke. But no, not to my humorless boss who responded: That action is disproportionate to the actions we must take, come on Elizabeth.
So I walked out in a huff, dismayed.
The other reason it's been annoying around here lately is because I am officially apartment-hunting. Good god somebody just blow my damn head off and put me out of my misery. On Sunday I venture over to an apartment for an open house, and stand out front for a bit because I was early. It's one of those 1920s-style walk up type places that you have to dial someone to get buzzed up. So I'm hanging out and a lady walks up. We start talking, she says this place looks great, the rent is cheap - hey boys and girls, it's a 400 square foot apartment with no refrigerator for the bargain price of $840 a month! And that doesn't include parking! Good luck finding some parking at the end of the day! Anyway, this woman says yep, this place looks good...I'm just trying to find a nice quiet place to settle...I've been in the porn industry so long...
Porn industry? I asked, really? She nodded. So that was interesting.
Then I head over to a place in Echo Park. Which can be a little dicey, but I'm game, it's only $700 a month. Sure. It's $700 bucks a month because the locks on the doors barely work and they haven't put bars on the windows and it's Echo Park which means it's clustered with a billion other weird chopped up houses on top of each other on a 90 degree hillside. Fun to parallel park your standard on that street. No thank you. I prefer the bars on my over-priced Hollywood pad to your under-priced bar-less Echo Park pad. I would like to live to see my mid-30s, thanks. And keep my shit, too.
Then today I head over to an apartment about 6 or 7 blocks from my place. Talk about a shithole. Literally. The place stunk. About...300 square feet, the whole thing. $795 a month for a shithole. And the brilliant, shifty landlord actually told me "people keep moving out." Yeah, no shit. So after trudging back to my car - yes, had to seek parking about 12 blocks away - in my 3 inch platform heels I started thinking, hey, I prefer the bone-crushing pain that heels provide over the other pain they provide, which is the open sore, blistery type. Then I thought, is every heel lover this insane about their heels? I prefer the bone-crushing pain over the open-sore blistery kind?! Then I finally got to my car and took them off and quit thinking about them. And oh to get back to my overpriced apartment with it's available parking and it's actual square footage. I'm going to miss this place...
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