So.. the owner of the building (who knows I'm pregnant, by the way) actually had the balls to ask me to climb over 202's balcony, and sweep off the roof of the electrical room. Um, hello?!?! First off, pregnant or not, I'm too damn short (the railing comes to just a few inches under my chest). Second, I have a stomach in my way. Third, why the hell does someone expect a pregnant person to be climbing over balcony railings? Fourth, it's dangerous. Fifth, the roof looks anything but stable, and I'm not willing to risk my life just to sweep leaves off a fucking roof. Get the damn maintenance guy to do it!

I seriously think the owner is enjoying every last minute that I'm here. David says if the guy dares to give me a bad job reference, he's going to take his ass to court.