2003-02-11 « »
np/spiral starecase

there is NO parking in this damn town. none! unless you have your own driveway, which i'll admit, some of us do, but MOST OF US BLOODY DON'T and it's ridiculous that i have to pay the city $15/month/car to park 2 blocks from my apartment. it's ridiculous for three reasons.

1. i would understand if this were a decent city, like milwaukee, or related; then, the charge/distance wouldn't be terrible. because it's milwaukee, and milwaukee is big and good, and you expect that from a large city but it's okay because of all the other advantages.
2. i just burned my fucking pointer-knuckle on a 350-degree oven rack.
3. Port Washington State (?!) Bank has a 25-space parking lot CONNECTED to my building. 'for employees only'. ignoring the fact that all employees of aforementioned, illustrious Port Washington State Bank for some reason would rather park in back of the actual Bank than four blocks away, in back of my fu(quack)ing apartment. and keeping all of this in mind, also mind the 'parking permit' in the car of my neighbour, i dutifully trotted down to the bank to meet with President Mark who informed me, in a manner that would make Office Space weep, that he could not spare a single parking space. regret informed, ma'am. yeeah.. i'm just going to have to go ahead and say noooo to that one, ma'am.

so behind the pasta shop it is then, if for no reason other than to make me go past so-and-so's house, nervous gamer who i know through a work mate, who puts my nerves on end with his fidgeting.
everybody knows where everybody else lives in this town.
i very inoften offer my home location freely; however i have had three customers say to me, i know where you live! or, i saw you go into this building, is that where you live? or, i think you live by me! -- it wouldn't be so cringe-able if these weren't the Irritating People that i have tried 'politely but firmly' to dissuade.
buh.

did i mention the burn? huh? the 350-degree oven rack, did i mention that?
yeah, that sucks.