September 24th, 2003

Me 2012

Apartments and moving

For four months, two thirds of my apartment has not had a functioning thermostat, which annoys me greatly. I asked Lut to call the building owner (as opposed to the building manager, who has, after all, been blowing us off for four months) and complain to him. I suppose when that doesn't accomplish anything, I'll send letters to the health department and the Better Business Bureau.

But as inconvenient as the issue with the thermostat is, it's not what's really bugging me about the apartment situation. We use the room with a functioning thermostat most of the time, and for most of the summer, we've been able to get comfortable by opening windows, and having them switch the semi-permanent setting around. It's been off for the last couple of weeks, which has been fine. And I know how to turn it back on, if I do risk electrocution in doing so, and if Lut doesn't want me to because he thinks it might give the building manager an exuse to blame the troubles on us.

Anyway, what's bugging me today is that a couple of weeks ago, the office received a package for us and didn't tell us. Normally they leave a note on our mailbox. This time, Lut only found out because he happened to check the site he'd ordered it from, and they said it had arrived. The office had had it for more than 24 hours without notifying us, before Lut picked it up.

We rarely get packages. But it's been eating at me, this morning, that if the office hangs onto my packages, I have no way of finding out short of marching in there and asking them periodically. I don't know if their failure to notify us was malice or incompetence. I don't know if they're going to graduate to outright stealing packages; I don't know what would possess them to do so, but, quite frankly, I have zero faith in them. They've been lying to me for months about the thermostat issue. Why should I assume they wouldn't lie about other things?

The logical thing to do is move and escape these creeps. The thing is ... I don't want to move. I hate moving. I hate spending money and I hate everything else that attends moving. And if I'm going to go to all the trouble of moving, I want to move somewhere I can spend the rest of my life, because I don't want to ever have to move again. And I don't know where I want to spend the rest of my life.

Maybe I should buy a motorhome and live in it. Then if I wanted to move, I could just start the engine and drive there.

Sure would be a lot easier than packing and unpacking.