A1 Normal is easy. . . it's A2 that I have such trouble with.
Well. I went to the leasing office, met with the guy, he took me around to 3 places, all pretty much the same size, all within a mile or so of each other, all painted the same, all built around the same time, all exactly the same price, and all pretty much exactly what I'm looking for. . . we went back, and I started filling out an application. He then asked which one I preferred. . . "Um. . . Uh. . . Jeez. . . The, uh, third one, I guess."
I should hear something from him shortly, regarding whether or not they approve of me. *fingers crossed*
I desperately want a beer, but I'm all out. . . so I'll settle for a virtual beer and an actual glass of iced tea. Time to sit outside, enjoy the fresh air, and chainsmoke until the phone rings. (It's already rang twice (two times more than in the past week), both made me jump, and neither were from the apartment guy. Ugh)
Well the phone rang a third time. . . also not the apartment guy. Grr. So I made a beer run, and am now enjoying a LongHammer and trying to relax and think good thoughts.
Also, I took a look at the stuff the guy gave me, and apparently I applied for the second one. Oh well. Either one will be fine, and I was actually slightly more interested in the Second one: ample parking, more sensible layout, etc. So fingers remain crossed. Good times.
Aaarrrggghhh! It's now 6:55 CST. The apartment offices close at 7. Ugh. And I realized that I never gave them my license plate number. . . good reason to fire off an email to Leasing Dude. So maybe I'll hear something back tomorrow.
Until then, no news is good news, yes?
And I think I'll switch it up a bit. . . how about a Victory Hop Devil. . . Yum. Just as good as I remembered. Ok. In a few minutes it will be time for armpitball, so I'm either going to sit and stare blankly at the game, or play some D2: as yet undecided.
Cheers! :guiness: