I didn't get that job at Rcktwn. They may want to hire more support staff in the near future.
11/19/2004
[insert bells & whistles]
Thank you to my 1000th visitor, a direct hit at 6:15 this morning!
Why you all find this so interesting, I dunno. But it keeps me entertained!
Why you all find this so interesting, I dunno. But it keeps me entertained!
On It Goes.
Noise Complaint filed last night at 10:30 p.m. (C-1-141985937 ticket closed by Precinct 114 at 11:08 as non-crime corrected.)
Getting better.
Getting better.
11/18/2004
Doh.
Noise Complaint filed last night at 11:50 p.m. (C1-1-141827540 ticket closed at 12:37 a.m. as "music unfound.")
Darned jukeboxes with their playing only after quarters are inserted and their stopping when the police come by.
Did you ever see that Twilight Zone with the slot machine that chased that guy around saying "Franklin!" (ching-ching) "Franklin!"? Anyway, I'm starting to have a similar dream about a jukebox... Oh, wait! That's not a dream!!
Darned jukeboxes with their playing only after quarters are inserted and their stopping when the police come by.
Did you ever see that Twilight Zone with the slot machine that chased that guy around saying "Franklin!" (ching-ching) "Franklin!"? Anyway, I'm starting to have a similar dream about a jukebox... Oh, wait! That's not a dream!!
11/17/2004
The NYC Public Advocate's Office is NOT Kidding Me.
Okay. So this dude at the P.A.'s office calls me regarding a letter I sent to their office. The letter resembled this. And he leaves me a voicemail message telling me my best course of action is basically the action I've already been taking! "Call 311, the complaint goes to your precinct, the precinct follows up..." yada, yada, yada... DIDN'T I JUST EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW THAT'S NOT WORKING!? It's been two months of this, the phone calls aren't working, dude!! That's why I've got you! Now how are you going to fix this?
I swear, this place is making me crazy.
I swear, this place is making me crazy.
Department of Amy's Sleeping Protection.
The New York Department of Environmental Protection sent me a letter following up on one of my noise complaints about the Tavern. They will come and measure the dB level of the jukebox from my bedroom. Funny thing though, the Tavern is now rather inconsistent with its jukebox playing. Though with earplugs in, I was still awakened by it last night. I wonder if the DEP will come by at about 2:00 in the morning to do this? Also, the jukebox might not be that loud while standing in my room, but with my head on the pillow which rests on my mattress which rests on the floor... well, I can name you the song that's playing downstairs! How do they measure that? I hope they have an "annoying bass levels that travel through solid objects" meter.
11/16/2004
Spent!
Dear, Blog, I didn't write yesterday. I'm sorry.
New York is so much trouble. I supported you, New York, from the very beginning! But now I am convinced that, in general, you are mean and selfish. Your landlords are inconsiderate and ungrateful. The heat is not on in October when it is cold, but it is on after November 1 regardless of the temperature. Putting on my make-up in the lav this morning, I was sweating as much as if I were doing aerobics simultaneously. The heat is uncontrollable, so I open the window to cool the place off, but without a breeze, an open window just lets in some bugs.
So I imagine, well someday, in Manhattan, I will have my own apartment, much nicer. But then I realize, to have a studio apartment to myself, I must likely make upwards of $50,000. For some, fifty grand is an entry-level wage. For me, I have given up on even an upper-level wage that equals as much. Besides, someday I must begin again paying off my loans from the big scam called "college."
Just as we bought in too quickly to the cell phone and therefore cannot find reasonable rates AND good service, we have bought in too deeply into New York City. Therefore, the landlord reigns. The Metro card fare goes up and the train is unreliable. Two sleeves of Saltines in the city cost twice as much as four sleeves cost in the suburbs on Long Island.
Dear Watson, I believe we are the victims of "hype."
New York is so much trouble. I supported you, New York, from the very beginning! But now I am convinced that, in general, you are mean and selfish. Your landlords are inconsiderate and ungrateful. The heat is not on in October when it is cold, but it is on after November 1 regardless of the temperature. Putting on my make-up in the lav this morning, I was sweating as much as if I were doing aerobics simultaneously. The heat is uncontrollable, so I open the window to cool the place off, but without a breeze, an open window just lets in some bugs.
So I imagine, well someday, in Manhattan, I will have my own apartment, much nicer. But then I realize, to have a studio apartment to myself, I must likely make upwards of $50,000. For some, fifty grand is an entry-level wage. For me, I have given up on even an upper-level wage that equals as much. Besides, someday I must begin again paying off my loans from the big scam called "college."
Just as we bought in too quickly to the cell phone and therefore cannot find reasonable rates AND good service, we have bought in too deeply into New York City. Therefore, the landlord reigns. The Metro card fare goes up and the train is unreliable. Two sleeves of Saltines in the city cost twice as much as four sleeves cost in the suburbs on Long Island.
Dear Watson, I believe we are the victims of "hype."
Samoas.
Why did the Girl Scouts change the name of those wonderful carmel/coconutty/chocolatey cookies to "Caramel deLites"?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)