Super awkward

My apartment is in a co-op building, so some of the people who live there actually own their apartments…(well, they own shares in the idea of their apartment. Co-ops are weird.)

When I moved in, I got the keys from the super, but the few small details that I needed taken care of when I first moved in were handled by some other random guy. I haven’t needed any repairs since (and by “haven’t needed”, I mean that I turned off the hot water in the bathroom sink last spring when it started leaking), but I knew that I was supposed to contact my landlord for any repairs and have always had a vague sense that the in-building super was not “for” me as a lowly renter, unless there was an imminent emergency.

So the cold water started dripping a week or two ago, and I have enough of a sense of guilt about wasting water that I knew it was time to call.

Conveniently enough, I had also recently opened a kitchen cabinet after work one night and had the glass cabinet door window fall out and shatter. (No thumping; 3J must have been asleep.)

So I emailed my request, specifying that I did not care if they fixed the kitchen cabinet; I just didn’t want to be charged for it when I moved out.

Fast-forward a few days, and the super is knocking on my door. The text message from a mystery handyman had not materialized…it seemed like the super was going to be the one to do the work after all.

Now it’s hella awkward. Definitely an Allie Brosh moment. (man, do i miss her!!!)

Did I do the wrong thing? Was I supposed to ask him directly? (In the world of the blog entries that could have been, I was going to write about how I thought he was fishing for a Christmas tip my first year there; wish I had finished that one!)

I felt a little better when he said something about having to get approval from the office and that he had to put in a purchase order for the replacement faucet…I guess I did follow the correct procedure after all?

But now he has to come back next week to do the work.

And that’s gonna be super awkward.

(ribbit)

They say that if you put a frog in a pot of water, and slowly bring the water to a boil, the frog will not jump out, but will stay in the water and boil to death.

Aside from wondering what sick sadist thought this was a good idea for a science experiment, I have to appreciate this as a metaphor for renting an apartment in NYC.

I got my renewal notice for my current apartment about a week ago. As i had expected/feared, they are raising my rent another $125 (not quite a 10%-per-year increase, but close enough). So the process that my realtor two years ago referred to as “The Hunger Games” will begin again.

Ah yes, the realtor. I paid my last realtor 12% of a year’s rent to find me my current place. Well, my dear, backstabbing former employer actually paid, but that’s besides the point.

I think I got a better apartment with a realtor than I would have on my own (if my attempts at finding something are any indication). And as I look at apartments, it seems like the better the price, the more likely there is a broker’s fee involved.

BUT if I had to pay a broker’s fee, even if it was just one month’s rent, it would cost me as much as it would cost me to stay here for another year.

I’m going to keep looking…I need to keep my options open…but I am suddenly realizing that the water isn’t burning my skin too badly…

(to be continued…)

Lorraine logic

(this is a post from May of 2017. Maybe I thought I would edit it further. But I’m trying to be more bloggy, so here you go.)

So last week, I bought a new umbrella. Because do you ever have that one umbrella that is still somewhat useful but not quite what it used to be? I laid one to rest about a month ago (adorable, orange floral, but not very sturdy). The surviving umbrella still works, but does not stay closed unless I manually fasten the Velcro wraps-around-the-umbrella-when-it-closes thingie.

Today, it poured. Like, “the B train is not running because there’s water on the tracks at some random station nowhere near you” rain. Like “Oops, now my boss knows my phone is on because the flash flood warning just set off my phone’s notifications” rain. Up until an hour before I went home, it was pouring.

Guess where both umbrellas were? Spoiler alert: not with me!

Calculations were made. Should I buy another umbrella? The subway station is steps from the entrance to my building, so that’s not a problem…but once I got home, I would have a ten-minute walk ahead of me.

Got out of work and yay, it wasn’t raining!

This isn’t really a post about New York…

…but it’s too long for a Facebook status, and I want to feel like I actually do blog sometimes.

Today was my day off (I work 6 days a week now if I can help it) and I wanted to accomplish a few things:

  • Use my $5 coupon at Famous Footwear
  • Get my free pretzel from Auntie Anne’s
  • Get my free slice of pizza at Sbarro
  • Get my free drink from Panera
  • Get a chair massage (a rare guilty pleasure. If I took fewer Lyft rides, I could get more massages. I should remember that.)
  • Maybe get an eye exam and some new glasses

(As some of you know, I am not big on celebrating my birthday, but I am all about the free stuff!)

Figured out before I left the house that there was no longer a Panera at the mall I was going to, so I was prepared for that. Bought some cheap (because flat) seltzer at the bodega on the way to the bus stop.

Wandered into H&M, found some cheap Christmas earrings, went into Old Navy and dove into the mega clearance section…once I came out of my stupor, I continued on through the mall. Came across an Auntie Anne’s kiosk and got my free pretzel…sat down to eat it right across from the massage place, thinking how wonderful it was going to be and debating whether I wanted the ten-minute or the fifteen-minute version. But first, Macy*s…and an ATM, since the massage place had a “cash only” sign, and I’m not organized enough to have gone to the bank beforehand.

There was a place in the mall that takes my vision insurance, so I stopped in to browse, but I wasn’t happy with the selection of frames. (My super-indecisive self wants to be somewhere that has a zillion frames to choose from, so I can drive myself batty not being able to decide. But that’s another blog entry entirely.)

After finding a promising pair of shoes, then spending some time wandering through Macy*s, I eagerly headed over to the massage place. I was pretty pleased with myself. How smart I was to save the massage for last, so that I could go home feeling relaxed and blissful.

It was 7:39pm when I got to them.

The mall is open until 9.

They. were. closed.

In disbelief, I asked one of the guys (who was clearly packing up), “Are you closed?” He looked at me blankly; I don’t think he spoke English. So he’s probably trafficked* and I’m an evil person for getting my massages from this place.

*not trafficked in the gross sexual way – this was out in the middle of the mall, after all – but in the sense of having to move here and work a zillion hours a day and live in a house with 52 other people. Still evil, I know.

Sigh. One of the main reasons for my outing, and I missed out due to poor timing and an hour spent wandering in Macy*s when I was too tired to try anything on anyway.

“Oh well”, I said to myself. “I can at least go get my free slice of pizza before I head home”. Besides the pretzel and the flat seltzer, I had eaten only a carrot, some Linden’s Fudge Chip cookies, and a honey bun so far today. So off I went…ordered my slice, then decided I should tell him that I had a coupon, just in case.

“We don’t take those coupons.” I resisted the urge to yell, “WHAT KIND OF FREE-BIRTHDAY-FOOD-HATING MONSTERS ARE YOU?!” and instead calmly walked away.

I don’t even eat Sbarro in NY (I allowed it when I lived in Michigan, as it was a reasonable facsimile of the real thing). But I do love free. The only other Sbarro I know of is the one at 34th St in Manhattan, but I don’t think it’s worth it for me to schlep there in the next few days.

The free Panera drink, however…ah, there’s one somewhat close to my job, and it expires tomorrow (the free drink expires, I mean, not my job), so maybe I’ll make my way over there and get one more freebie.

Anyway, that was my day in a nutshell, and now I don’t know how to end this, so I guess I’ll just say “thanks for reading” to anybody who has made it this far. I promise you that I am going to work on blogging more consistently this year, in which case you might get an entry that’s not too sucky or boring every so often! Yay!