I can explain.
The last show at the studio on Saturday proved to mark more than just my newly found unemployment, it also sent me off into a whirlwind of bad luck. After putting all the props away, shutting down and turning on the ghost light, I worked my way through the crowd of cranky alums who had attended the performance. As soon as I hit fresh air, a streak of lightning shot across the sky over the Hudson. Oh great, now the walk has turned into a race to beat the rain. Because I was carrying a brown paper bag I decided that taking a cab would be the best idea. I walked 2 and a half blocks to the local grocery to use the ATM for cab fare. As I stood under the canopy waiting for my cash to spit out, the rain began. After standing on a corner searching hopelessly for an empty cab and soaking to the bone, I ran back to the canopy and waited. About 10 minutes later I finally found one and as I was running to jump in the back seat, the bag ripped. Oh well, atleast I was in a cozy cab. Right, until we hit traffic right before the bridge that would have taken me into Brooklyn. I noticed the subway was right there so I reluctantly got out of the taxi and waited for the train.
I get off the train at my stop and it's not raining...not until I get halfway through my walk that is when it begins to down pour again...So I run.
Im late at this point so as soon as I get in I call the boy (who is down south) and as Im saying 'hello' I notice there's an awful lot of kitty litter on the bed. Man those cats really don't know how to clean their paws. Then I look closer and realize it's a really ridiculous amount and Im pretty sure the litter we used doesn't have big chunks like this....so I look up.
The celing is caving in. So after freaking out in the boys ear and some beligerent rambling I finally get my neighbor to come over and help me move the bed and the computer and any other important items out of the room. We dive into the kitchen just in time to watch it fall.
Just plaster luckily enough. I live on the top floor and was half expecting there to be a waterfall following it down. But there wasn't.
Skip ahead....Im told they'll be here to fix it monday morning (2 nights after the collapse). So I wake up at 7am....11am rolls round and no one is here. I call, they're not coming...not til the next day. I wake up at 7 the next day and this time they show up...with nothing in their hands. They won't be fixing it today...no no, tomorrow. Sorry you got up, moved your cats unhappily next door, stripped your bed and all that hoopla. We'll be back tomorrow. So yesterday they finally show up and they finally fix it and I end up cleaning the plaster off the floor for hours...finally giving in and covering most of it with our crappy old rug.
Last night after the room is finally back in order I decide to make dinner...after dinner I decide to make coffee as usual.
The coffee maker broke.
The last show at the studio on Saturday proved to mark more than just my newly found unemployment, it also sent me off into a whirlwind of bad luck. After putting all the props away, shutting down and turning on the ghost light, I worked my way through the crowd of cranky alums who had attended the performance. As soon as I hit fresh air, a streak of lightning shot across the sky over the Hudson. Oh great, now the walk has turned into a race to beat the rain. Because I was carrying a brown paper bag I decided that taking a cab would be the best idea. I walked 2 and a half blocks to the local grocery to use the ATM for cab fare. As I stood under the canopy waiting for my cash to spit out, the rain began. After standing on a corner searching hopelessly for an empty cab and soaking to the bone, I ran back to the canopy and waited. About 10 minutes later I finally found one and as I was running to jump in the back seat, the bag ripped. Oh well, atleast I was in a cozy cab. Right, until we hit traffic right before the bridge that would have taken me into Brooklyn. I noticed the subway was right there so I reluctantly got out of the taxi and waited for the train.
I get off the train at my stop and it's not raining...not until I get halfway through my walk that is when it begins to down pour again...So I run.
Im late at this point so as soon as I get in I call the boy (who is down south) and as Im saying 'hello' I notice there's an awful lot of kitty litter on the bed. Man those cats really don't know how to clean their paws. Then I look closer and realize it's a really ridiculous amount and Im pretty sure the litter we used doesn't have big chunks like this....so I look up.
The celing is caving in. So after freaking out in the boys ear and some beligerent rambling I finally get my neighbor to come over and help me move the bed and the computer and any other important items out of the room. We dive into the kitchen just in time to watch it fall.
Just plaster luckily enough. I live on the top floor and was half expecting there to be a waterfall following it down. But there wasn't.
Skip ahead....Im told they'll be here to fix it monday morning (2 nights after the collapse). So I wake up at 7am....11am rolls round and no one is here. I call, they're not coming...not til the next day. I wake up at 7 the next day and this time they show up...with nothing in their hands. They won't be fixing it today...no no, tomorrow. Sorry you got up, moved your cats unhappily next door, stripped your bed and all that hoopla. We'll be back tomorrow. So yesterday they finally show up and they finally fix it and I end up cleaning the plaster off the floor for hours...finally giving in and covering most of it with our crappy old rug.
Last night after the room is finally back in order I decide to make dinner...after dinner I decide to make coffee as usual.
The coffee maker broke.
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