Is This Better T?

It is finally Friday. I know that I'm not the only person who has been looking forward to this day all week, but man, I am glad. Somedays work drags me down so much. I do a very good job of sitting here, seeming very calm and non stressed (the people who know me the most will think that's not even possible...according to Rob I have stress all the way down to my toes) but it just stresses me to be here somedays. The stuff that goes on sometimes is hard to handle and I have to bite my tongue until it's nearly bitten in half.

Thursday morning as I was leaving my apartment when I noticed a tiny little yellow sticky note by my front door at the top of the stairs. It said "Please keep stairwell clean. Thanks!!!!!" I thought you god damn bitches. I was home ALL night Wednesday. I know they were home too, because they were stomping up and down the stairs all night long, and left the stairwell lights on as usual. Good thing I don't pay utilities cause I would have a huge issue with that. But the point is, I was home all night long. My lights were on, my tv was on, they knew I was there. Yet they didn't even have the common courtesy to knock on my door and talk to me like a human being. No, they left me a note like I'm some fucking leper or something. And what gets me is the stairs aren't even messy. It's not like they are covered in mud and garbage. There is some dust in a few corners and a small section of melted snow water where I take my shoes off. OH MY GOD! CALL THE BOARD OF HEALTH! THE HOUSE SHOULD BE CONDEMNED!!!!

Jesus Christ. Some people's children. So I, being the bitter, bitter person that I am when I am pissed off in any way will A: never forgive them for the slight. B: Not take the sticky note down. C: Clean up the "horrible mess" when I am good and ready. Fuck them. Assholes.

As you may or may not have been able to tell, I am still slightly upset about the whole thing. Just another thing to bury deep down inside and add to the ulcer I've been brewing for my whole life.

On a happy note, my boy came over last night, which was nice. I really missed him, you know, went two whole days without seeing him. Golly gee that's a long time! I do love him though. He is going to do my taxes for me. Yay! And I get to spend time with Chrissy and T tomorrow, which will also be good.

This whole landlord thing has really just cemented the fact that I have to get the hell out of that basement. Rob and I have been thinking seriously about Nova Scotia. He's worried about finding a well paying job. I'm worried about leaving my friends behind. But I miss my family so much, and so many of them are aging now, and getting sick, or growing up, and I'm missing all this time that I could be spending with them, even if I was living in Halifax. Plans are slowly in motion. I guess I'll just have to wait and see where they take us.