#apartmentstarter

Well, it’s become official. I need a roommate. I can’t cut it on bills with the money I’m making in the coffee house. So, I’ll be hanging a flyer up in the main entrance, it’ll be pinned to the bulletin board. Spread the news around to people who are also looking for a roommate; your friends, your family, your weird cousin that still hasn’t left his mom’s basement. Tell them to call that number and we’ll go from there.... plus, you know, they get to live with yours truly. Which is basically a consolation prize. 

Two days. That’s how long I have to mentally prepare myself until my boyfriend’s crazy bat of a mother get’s here. Meaning I have exactly 47 hours and 51 minutes to make my apartment look absolutely spotless and figure out what I’m going to be cooking for her when she gets here.... Meeting the parents shouldn’t be this anxiety inducing, should it? Because I feel like I’m just freaking myself out too much.... 

Who has two thumbs and just got into the prestigious Keating Six without even breaking a sweat? THIS GUY! ...Oh right, you can’t see the hand gesture I’m making from behind my computer screen, right? Oops.. ANYWAYS! Enjoy that trophy while you still have it, Aiden Harper, because the Doug is coming for ya~ Not just with his smashing good looks, but also with his lawyery talent, skill and wits #WINNING (...soon).

I picked up an extra shift in the ER and almost regretted when I realized that it was a full moon. Which usually means people put things in places where they definitely shouldn’t. But on the bright side, a rough night in the ER is a great excuse to go out drinking during the week without getting too much side eye.

What’s the easiest way to lose a guy? Because apparently blocking him on all social media wasn’t clear enough. I’m not complaining about the free bagels and coffee he brings me before class every morning, but it does not make up for the fact that he’s a clingy one pump chump.

The cutest little old lady came into work today. She walked in with this dinosaur in her little shopping cart thing, like I’m talking a computer from at least 2005, and wanted to know why the little screen hand stopped moving. After a very long, stretched out old lady speech from her about what she thought might be the issue, I just replaced the little ball in her ancient mouse, which was missing by the way, and sowed her it was working again. The cute old lady smile that followed was probably the most precious thing I saw all day.

I’m seriously considering moving to the top floor so I don’t have to listen to anyone stomp their gigantic feet all day. I obviously need my beauty rest for my very important job. Oh, and welcome newbies. Don’t be loud, don’t be annoying, and watch out for the fake homeless guy.

You know, it’s all jolly gee wiz that new people are moving into our building and all, but their moving company is really starting to tick me off. Yesterday I couldn’t use the elevator because they decided the best way to get things to their apartment was by taking multiple trips on that. And today they’ve completely blocked part of the first floor! I had to leap frog over boxes just to get into my apartment. Tip to the new tenants, don’t tip your jackass moving men.