More annoyed grumblings...
Okay, two quick things...
--The apartment manager was supposed to stop by today, with an appraiser...they're refinancing the complex, they need an appraisal. And they're also supposed to verify, twice a year, that the smoke alarms are functional and have batteries in them. They were, originally, supposed to check that back when we changed over from Daylight Savings time...but they never showed.
So, early afternoon (like, an hour before the manager told me to expect them), the doorbell rings. It's the appraiser...without the manager. I've been cleaning (thank goodness, I at least got the bird's feathers vacuumed up before he got here...but hadn't had a chance to start in on the bathroom yet). The appraisal was quick and relatively painless...but included photos of my bathroom (a total mess), my kitchen (still needing a lot of work, but not a complete disaster), my bedroom (with my bed covered with boxes that I'm shuffling from storage place to storage place), and front room (cluttered, but not horrendous). I'm just waiting for the landlord to see the pictures (hopefully, they won't, or they'll have a conniption about the state of the place, but they might). Been waiting all afternoon for the manager to show up and finish the smoke alarm inspection (which is needless...I keep good batteries in them...but fer cryin' out, if you're REQUIRED by your insurance to check the alarms, and you've scheduled a time to check them--especially when you apologized for not making it the FIRST time you scheduled something--then show up...or at least make a phone call.
--Second issue: I'm making some prosthetic pieces for a video shoot some friends are doing this weekend. I've got the prosthetic molded, ready to cast...and I can't find the remaining quantity of plaster that I KNOW I had left over from my last round. Okay...not a huge crisis...I wanted to go to a store tonight and pick up some stuff, anyway...but, unfortunately, the only store I can find that carries the substitute stuff I like to use when I can't get 'prosthetic-grade' plaster does NOT carry the other stuff I needed. And the stores that carry the other stuff do not carry the plaster. So, after I finish venting my spleen over this particular setback, I have to spend an hour or so running errands, when I'd already be done with the casting work if I'd just been able to find the ultracal (plaster) in the first place...
Yeah, I know. Neither one of them are critical, life-or-death issues. Still doesn't keep me from being annoyed about them!