Due the the overwhelming crazy high rent I was paying for my posh North Scottsdale apartment, I decided to economize and find a cheaper place. I was originally going to find a house to share with a pal, but I bailed on that idea, ticking off the pal. But, as I am a self-absorbed twit, I needed to live alone, with the cats.
As it turned out, the apartment complex across the street was cheaper, nicer, bigger, and they had a unit available in a choice location in the 'plex. I was granted the privilege of -0- move in with the exception of cat rent. I pay an extra few bucks a month for cat rent. I mean, do people with out of control bratty kids pay extra for the destructive screaming zonkers? No. But my cat, who mostly sleeps all day is a damage risk I have to pay a premium for. It just isn't fair. I mean, honestly, kids are far more destructive than a cat.
Anyway, I decided to move everything over that would fit in my car and leave the big stuff for the movers. My friend Bruce came over the day I got keys to the new place and commented that the apartments were so close that I could just get a couple of dudes to hand stuff over the fence. He may be right as far as the little stuff goes, but I have a leather sofa the size and weight of a Volkswagen I'm sure no one would be too happy about handing over a fence.
My new downstairs neighbor, Barbara, came out and met me. I apologized ahead of time for the thunderous noise the cat makes when all three pounds of her races across the floor. She said no worries, anything would be an improvement over the prior tenants. Apparently there were three young Scottsdale women living there. Barbara said she wasn't really sure who exactly lived there as there were people non-stop in and out of there. She was pretty sure they were running a brothel out of the apartment. They flooded the place at one point in some freakish bathroom accident and damaged both units. As a result, I scored brand new carpet.
This past Saturday (Dec 6) I moved in as far as sleeping there. I moved my kitchen stuff over and Nunya came by on Saturday and helped me move my clothes and shoes. Shoes. More shoes. Shoes. I deleted Zappos.com from my favorites in my browser and have sworn off buying new shoes ever, ever again. Yeah, right, but it's worth a try. I did find shoes I forgot I had and so far this week have worn two different pair I haven't seen in two years.
Saturday night I went to take my first shower in the new place and lo and behold, no hot water! What a shock. I mean it. I took a bird bath and went to the office in the morning and gave them a bug list, the water heater topping it off. All day went by and no one came around to look at it. Finally, "Little Mike" came by to have a look. He was anything but little and is probably the cutest apartment maintenance man I've ever seen. He spent about an hour troubleshooting it before telling me the bad news that it needed a part. Bummer. He hgave me the keys to a suite unit that they rent out to temporary guests. It was very nice, but having to get up and go across the complex to shower, then come back is a huge drag.
The water heater was still broke on Monday and word from "Big Mike" was that the part was going to take two or three days to arrive. I had already moved the cats and have to be where the cats are so I used the guest apartment just to shower in until yesterday. On Tuesday, Cute Mike (I think he would like that better than "Little", what guy wants to be called "little"?) got it all fixed yesterday and I went out and bought him a present. I was at the old apartment last night to pack up the china cabinet, the DVD cabinet and another bookshelf so they would be ready for the movers. I got into the liquor cabinet and fixed me a lemon drop martini, quickly lost interest in packing and ended up watching The Breakfast Club on HBO. So now my Friday night is already planned, no booze and all packing. Living the dream!
The ScubaJedi
