{"id":427,"date":"2002-08-01T05:15:00","date_gmt":"2002-08-01T13:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=427"},"modified":"2002-08-01T05:15:00","modified_gmt":"2002-08-01T13:15:00","slug":"427","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=427","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

I woke up a little early this morning, despite the very angry protests of my body, and drove over to the old apartment, where I’d been defrosting my refrigerator overnight. The towels and newspapers I’d placed inside to absorb the melted water had only done about half the job — there was a lot<\/em> of ice stuck to the walls and roof of that freezer — and the puddle in front of the fridge was a little too big for the two extra towels I had brought with me. Believe me, I tried. I was half an hour late for work.<\/p>\n

So I have to go back, and the idea that I would turn in my keys today with the last little bit of rent I owe has pretty much gone out the window. That’s all right, I guess. I need to call the rental office anyway to find out exactly how much<\/em> I owe them. I know it’s only around $3, but last night I couldn’t find the sheet of paper they had given me with my reduced rates for June and July. I need to mop up the rest of the water, toss the sodden newspapers, and take with me the last few cleaning items I left sitting in the kitchen. Then I can give them my keys and forwarding address, and hope that the apartment is clean enough to meet whatever exacting standards they bring to it when I’m gone.<\/p>\n

If it’s not…well, I think I’m beyond the point of actually being able to do anything about it. Over the weekend, my mother did more work cleaning the place than I probably would have done on my own, and short of hiring a cleaning service to come in and give it one final scrub, there’s not much else I can do. It’s not as if I broke or damaged anything while I was there. They clean and repaint the apartments between tenants anyway. So I’m not worried so much as I am just eager to put this all behind me, to be finished and done and fully in my new apartment.<\/p>\n

Today I’m going to work through lunch, go get the oil changed in my car at one o’clock, and then swing by the old apartment after five with some extra towels. Of course, that’s all assuming that my boss doesn’t call me with some emergency. Right now, he and his wife are in transit, returning from two weeks in Japan, and while he’s not due in State College until 11:30 tonight, it’s been a rare day when he hasn’t<\/em> called. He was in Indianapolis before this trip, and before that<\/em>, I took a couple of days vacation around the 4th of July. So I really haven’t had to see him too much this month. It’s going to be tough getting used to having him around all the time again.<\/p>\n

I think, in truth, that’s<\/em> what’s causing this stress. Not the apartment, not the rushing back and forth to get the oil changed or the rent payed, and not the staff meeting I’ve already said I’m not going to today. No, what’s causing this stress is the knowledge that at best I really only have twenty-four hours of freedom left.<\/p>\n

Update<\/strong> (11:18 am): I am, apparently, paid in full. All that’s left is to finish cleaning, get my stuff, and return my keys.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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