"closed" sign up on the front door. it's 9:30 at night. a saturday night. and some loser rings the doorbell (twice) while i'm getting it on with my husband.

weenie in 307 calls me at 9:30 this morning. it's raining outside. he wants me to move his parking space. apparently the couple inches of water on the ground got his pants wet. poor baby. but he won't move his car til next weekend. when it probably won't be raining. did i mention he wants me to upgrade the brand new pump in the back of the parking lot to speed-drain the water? same dumbass who called the phone company to repair his phone that wasn't working. he didn't realize he had a cordless and needed to plug it in and charge it. his girl-friend is an electrician and neither of them can figure out how to test their smoke detector.

yesterday 209 called. her balcony door is stuck open 2 inches. we're waiting for maintenance to come out here. i'm supposed to do something for her in the meantime. she gets sick when the downstairs neighbor barbeques. would really like me to tell them not to, despite the fact i can't.. and won't. same tenant refused to sleep in her apartment for weeks because someone was jacking off outside her living room window.

list goes on. i can't wait to get the hell out of here.