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Dear Diary,
I've still been procrastinating with my bike. When I finish up here I'm gonna go finish assembling it. Looks like there was a lot of rain overnight and the day is really overcast with that harsh, sharp white light. There's a good chance practice will be cancelled for tonight anyway. But, its still pretty early and if the sun comes out by midday or so and shines brightly for the rest of the day it'd probably dry the track enough for practice to go ahead. I need to get my bike put back together either way.... of course, if my bike is fine for riding I'm gonna be really hoping practice is on.
I've been thinking about work - how I'm gonna cope... how I'm gonna not let it get me. I think this might be a big part of the answer - blogging. So far I've found it pretty therapeutic and its like any diary I've ever kept - you put things down and then that's it - you don't revisit you just leave it there, leave it behind, and move on. So, if I can come home from work each day and sit straight in front of the computer and blog then maybe I can leave work behind once I'm home and get on with doing my own things. I hope this will work.
I need to email my cousin F my myspace address. He wants to see my jewellery... I feel kinda embarassed - don't wanna show him - don't want him to see my myspace page 'cause its lame but also I don't think there's much to get out of photos of my jewellery. I feel embarassed because its him and I'm me. He's soooo sorted out - got his shit together. I'm not... I'm nothing. I feel like he asked to be polite and I know the grown up thing to do is share. I want to disappear though. The less he knows about me the better I figure... its just - we're from different realms.
Well.... the maintenance guy just came - finally. I was expecting him Monday. This morning I had trouble getting out of bed - wanted to be up and showered by 8.00 just in case. Well, it was more like 9.00 by the time I was showered and dressed. When I was in the bathroom just about to step in the shower I thought I heard knocking at the door. Wasn't sure. Just softly and just once. The businesses across the road are noisey and do a lot of thumping, banging, scraping etc all day every day. I decided if the knock didn't repeat I had to put it down to that. It didn't repeat. I left the bathroom wrapped in my towel and went to one of the bedrooms and peaked around the side of the blinds - couldn't see a car parked in or across my driveway - that's where the maintenance people always park. I figured it was a false alarm.
I got a bit concerned though - if it WAS the maintenance guy he was probably heading straight to the real estate agent to get the keys and he'd be back in ten minutes to let himself in. They can't legally do things like that but it doesn't stop them - real estate agents think that they're above the law because the law gears any appeal process to the benefit of the agent. Basically they use your accomodation against you - threaten to put you out on the streets with no notice. They made this threat to me when I moved in and the place was full of garbage from the previous tenants, full of cockroaches and their droppings, carpets hadn't been cleaned etc etc. Despite the photographic evidence I presented to them they just told me if I lodged a complaint they would refuse to budge during the mediation process and once that was over I'd be forced to leave. So I know they're arseholes and I know they don't respect their tenants rights - that's why I'm pretty certain they'd give a key to a maintenance guy without the tenants permission.
So, I went and stuck a collapsible chair behind the door - I collapsed it down so it was balancing precariously behind the door - if anyone opened the door I'd know from the huge crash that I had company rather than having some stranger walk in on me in the shower. Thing is, if the real estate agent ever did that to me I'd leave the house and call the cops and tell them there was an intruder - even if I knew who the person was - I'd wanna start some shit. Once the cops are involved like that its harder for the agents to play hardball I figure... probably would be.... well, who knows.... but - hey - at least after that experienc a maintenance person mightn't be so keen to break into anyone else's place again. But, anyway - he came. He knocked loud and hard - over and over. I guess it was probably his first visit. Sometimes I get tempted to just stand back from the door and wait to see if they pull out a key and open the door. I know not everyone in this world is crooked.... but.... when you're a tenant it feels like they are - at least, it feels like the people the agent sends around are.
Okay, so that's out of the way... I feel a bit more relaxed now - can do my own thing and not have to listen carefully for a knock at the door all day every day. He said he'd ring.... I KNEW he wouldn't - that's their style. I figure now that's over que the electrician - he'll probably call today and do the same thing - arrange to come one day this week and then just wander around on whatever day suits him next week or the week after - he is MUCH worse than the general maintenance guy. The stove is fucked - he's "fixed" it twice. There are three hotplates that light up but they take about half an hour to get a small pot of water boiling.... As far as the electrician is concerned if they light up they are okay. At least the big one doesn't light up - he'll have to fix or replace that. Cooking has been getting pretty challenging. These things get frustrating...
Anyway - that's it for now I think 'cause I need to go work on my bike. I'll probably be back later. Its so damn good having this blog. Its good to get thoughts out - purge them. Especially these nothing thoughts. I think these days when A gets home I'm less inclined to talk his ear off.... in fact, we really don't talk that much. We chat a bit when he gets home, sometimes... or at dinner sometimes.... or, just at random moments. But, I think I don't hog the conversations - think its pretty balanced. Given that I have no one to talk to most days of most weeks aside from A I think its a decent achievement that I don't have to talk his ear off all the time... and.... I think it comes down to airing my thoughts here. I don't feel like there are thoughts going crazy in my head that need to be mentioned or validated or set free or anything - nothing is bottled up - I just pour it out here. It seems this is healthy then. And... it helps my solitude along. Maybe it is cheating on the solitude front but I don't really think so. These are one way conversations.... not even conversations... anyway, back later.
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Posted by crashing_down on 2008-07-15 20:27:00 | Rating: | Views: 13
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