Well, that was all I needed. Just add a "+" and everything's working fine! Now I can txt message all the kids in town.
Sorry, T-Mob, to have assumed you were communist and keeping me from txt msging to another service provider.
12/10/2004
12/09/2004
SCRAM.
A friend called me on the phone today to cheer me up. I thought it was curious that he referred to my "sunny disposition."
My big brother always called me "Oscar," as in "The Grouch," when I was growing up.
My dad had a stroke yesterday and is in the hospital.
12/08/2004
The Low Down.
Alright. Here's what's happened. I'm gonna say it just once, and don't go asking a bunch of questions about it, Blog. I'm tired of it. And it's still going on.
Tavern owner called and "evicted" me on that Saturday.
On Monday he called and reiterated I had to be out by the 1st or he was "calling the cops on me."
On Tuesday (Nov. 30), I took off of work to pack and get my crap together and move to Olga's apartment. At 4:15-ish p.m., I got home to find Tavern owner illegally changing my door locks. "[Tavern owner]," I said, "Is there anyone home?"
"Nope."
"You know legally, you're not allowed to do that."
I walked straight to my room, locked the door and called 911.
I was anxious, I went across the street to sit outside the laundry. So then they did indeed lock me out.
Oh, did the police have a field day with him. They told him he was an idiot for about 10 minutes and made him give me the keys. And if he bothered me at all, they were hauling him off to jail. Nobody in the apartment had to be moved out anytime soon, they said. So leave us alone. He lied up and down about this and about that. Whatever, they said, stay away.
The roommates came home. [Tavern owner] told his cousin she had to be out by the next day. Hmm... Well, we wanted to file a police report, so about 9 p.m. we called them back over to the place. They wouldn't file a report. But he stole our lock that we paid for, we said. They went and hauled him out of the Tavern again. He didn't have the lock, the locksmith took it. But the police finally understood he had changed both door locks (one would've done it, you know, he's and idiot), and he had more keys. They got me the other keys. Then they lambasted [Tavern owner] again for telling anybody they had to be out right away. Remember that conversation we had earlier today?? [Tavern owner] said he was relinquishing the lease tomorrow. Well, give us the building key, too. Stay away. You have no reason to be in this building, right? Right. Okay.
I moved all my stuff upstairs to Dean's living room.
December 1 was quiet.
December 2, there were rumours of landlord throwing everybody out of the building. See [Tavern owner] had been lying about everyone and everything. Landlord doesn't know anything. Dean called me at work and said I'd have to move on to another friend's place. He didn't want to get thrown out, just in case.
So, I was waiting to be driven over to Manhattan, and was visiting one of the former roommates when [Tavern owner] came into the building. He was with the landlord, but we didn't know that. 911... and a bazillion policemen were outside the building in about ten seconds. Wow. They hauled him and the landlord out to the street. They were on the roof, something to do with the satellite dish my roommate supposedly stole. She doesn't have satellite TV. Nonetheless, not like [Tavern owner] informed landlord that he had been banned from the building by the police.
Blah, blah, blah, two policemen brought landlord up. He's an idiot, too, just in a different way. They informed him of how tired they were of coming out because of noise complaints. Landlord said it's just the girl complaining. Police said, actually complaints have tapered off in recent months, but were still a nuisance. They were obviously impressed by my knowledge of the law and my legal rights as a tenant in New York City. Yeah, it's more than 45 dB in my bedroom at night, I studied sound engineering, thank you, stupid landlord.
Landlord said [Tavern owner] was now not relinquishing the lease and he has a right to be in the apartment. Lie. But he obviously told [Tavern owner] he could.
So, now [Tavern owner] has been trying to get into the apartment. The second roommate left and left her keys in the apartment. The third roommate is still there, now afraid to leave her possessions, and therefore unable to apartment hunt. I guess last night [Tavern owner] and his mistress brought the police up to the door because it was his apartment and he had a right to live there right now. They said, no, you don't, get eviction papers, like you should have from the start. Third roommate doesn't answer the door or the telephone for anything, so she overheard all the lies. But the police protected her, somewhat, again this time.
At about 3:00 in the morning, she said [Tavern owner] shut off her electricity.
Tavern owner called and "evicted" me on that Saturday.
On Monday he called and reiterated I had to be out by the 1st or he was "calling the cops on me."
On Tuesday (Nov. 30), I took off of work to pack and get my crap together and move to Olga's apartment. At 4:15-ish p.m., I got home to find Tavern owner illegally changing my door locks. "[Tavern owner]," I said, "Is there anyone home?"
"Nope."
"You know legally, you're not allowed to do that."
I walked straight to my room, locked the door and called 911.
I was anxious, I went across the street to sit outside the laundry. So then they did indeed lock me out.
Oh, did the police have a field day with him. They told him he was an idiot for about 10 minutes and made him give me the keys. And if he bothered me at all, they were hauling him off to jail. Nobody in the apartment had to be moved out anytime soon, they said. So leave us alone. He lied up and down about this and about that. Whatever, they said, stay away.
The roommates came home. [Tavern owner] told his cousin she had to be out by the next day. Hmm... Well, we wanted to file a police report, so about 9 p.m. we called them back over to the place. They wouldn't file a report. But he stole our lock that we paid for, we said. They went and hauled him out of the Tavern again. He didn't have the lock, the locksmith took it. But the police finally understood he had changed both door locks (one would've done it, you know, he's and idiot), and he had more keys. They got me the other keys. Then they lambasted [Tavern owner] again for telling anybody they had to be out right away. Remember that conversation we had earlier today?? [Tavern owner] said he was relinquishing the lease tomorrow. Well, give us the building key, too. Stay away. You have no reason to be in this building, right? Right. Okay.
I moved all my stuff upstairs to Dean's living room.
December 1 was quiet.
December 2, there were rumours of landlord throwing everybody out of the building. See [Tavern owner] had been lying about everyone and everything. Landlord doesn't know anything. Dean called me at work and said I'd have to move on to another friend's place. He didn't want to get thrown out, just in case.
So, I was waiting to be driven over to Manhattan, and was visiting one of the former roommates when [Tavern owner] came into the building. He was with the landlord, but we didn't know that. 911... and a bazillion policemen were outside the building in about ten seconds. Wow. They hauled him and the landlord out to the street. They were on the roof, something to do with the satellite dish my roommate supposedly stole. She doesn't have satellite TV. Nonetheless, not like [Tavern owner] informed landlord that he had been banned from the building by the police.
Blah, blah, blah, two policemen brought landlord up. He's an idiot, too, just in a different way. They informed him of how tired they were of coming out because of noise complaints. Landlord said it's just the girl complaining. Police said, actually complaints have tapered off in recent months, but were still a nuisance. They were obviously impressed by my knowledge of the law and my legal rights as a tenant in New York City. Yeah, it's more than 45 dB in my bedroom at night, I studied sound engineering, thank you, stupid landlord.
Landlord said [Tavern owner] was now not relinquishing the lease and he has a right to be in the apartment. Lie. But he obviously told [Tavern owner] he could.
So, now [Tavern owner] has been trying to get into the apartment. The second roommate left and left her keys in the apartment. The third roommate is still there, now afraid to leave her possessions, and therefore unable to apartment hunt. I guess last night [Tavern owner] and his mistress brought the police up to the door because it was his apartment and he had a right to live there right now. They said, no, you don't, get eviction papers, like you should have from the start. Third roommate doesn't answer the door or the telephone for anything, so she overheard all the lies. But the police protected her, somewhat, again this time.
At about 3:00 in the morning, she said [Tavern owner] shut off her electricity.
Hang Ten, New Yorkas!
I called my good friend Juan from The Mars Group in Orange County, CA last week. There was an interview with a visual merchandiser from Rip Curl on a job postings site. I saw it early this year and only recently thought to ask Juan if he knew the guy.
Well, the guy called me up yesterday to chat and say he has left Rip Curl for a design position at Smith Optic.
Now he's referred me directly to his old boss as Rip Curl.
Thus is my endless battle with being the wrong place.
This blog could end up syndicated from Carlsbad! How perfect would that be?
Well, the guy called me up yesterday to chat and say he has left Rip Curl for a design position at Smith Optic.
Now he's referred me directly to his old boss as Rip Curl.
Thus is my endless battle with being the wrong place.
This blog could end up syndicated from Carlsbad! How perfect would that be?
12/07/2004
Hi-O-Silver!!
Only an Aussie would have an alarm clock that plays the "William Tell Overture."
Olga's the best for taking me in this week. So, I shan't complain. At least I got a laugh when I woke up this morning.
Olga's the best for taking me in this week. So, I shan't complain. At least I got a laugh when I woke up this morning.
12/06/2004
Dees Sleaze!
Late Saturday morning, I made a couple calls to let some friends know I had moved back onto Manhattan, to a temporary situation, and was now getting some sleep.
Stephen, my friend of some 12 years, phoned me back a bit later.
"Oh, I meant to call and check on you again. I'm glad you're safe and back on The Island. We'll have to meet up next week. I'm actually in Kentucky right now golfing with Rick Dees."
"WHAT!?" I exclaimed. "Rick Dees!? I love Rick Dees!"
"Really," he stated. Stephen knows me well enough that this oddity amidst my celebrity heroes should be really no surprise. "You wanna talk to him?"
"Oh my gosh!"
"Hang on..."
(rustle, rustle, mumble, mumble...)
"Hi, Amy! This is Rick Dees coming to you from the Dees property in Central Kentucky," he said in full radio voice. "How are you?"
"What!? Oh my gosh!"
"It's a brisk 42 Dees degrees here this afternoon."
"Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me?" I giggled.
"I have family in Kentucky. Where are you exactly?" I asked.
"Oh, where's your family?" he asked me.
"Owensboro and Lexington."
"Well, we've got quite a few acres and 7 restored old homes here in Danville."
"That's close!" I said. "I have to tell you, when I was a little girl I would tape your show while I went to Sunday school, 'cause I had to hear as much of it as possible when I got back!"
"Well, Amy, that makes it all worthwhile. I'm glad you've enjoyed it. I've heard a lot of great things about you, Amy, and I guess I'm hoping next year will be better than this one."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, let's hope. But this is good start already!"
"I've been hanging out with your friends here, and well," he continued, "I think they're going to turn the music industry upside down."
"Yes! Yes they are! Are you going to help them!?"
"I just opened my wallet and said, 'Take whatever you're going to need.'"
"Oh, that's great!" I exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're helping. That's so cool!"
"Well, they're good people. I'm glad to be involved."
"You can go back to your golf game," I said in disbelief he has just talked to me for this long. What a nice guy!
"Good to talk to you, Amy!"
"Thanks! You can put Stephen back on."
And so there it was. A conversation with one of the most influential celebrities of my life. Seriously, I've loved music all my life. The "Weekly Top 40" was such a highlight of my weekend from... well, ever since I can remember! I'd have never thought Rick Dees would be talking to me on the telephone one day! I'm sure I sounded like a goofy little school girl.
I called all my friends to tell them about it.
Stephen, my friend of some 12 years, phoned me back a bit later.
"Oh, I meant to call and check on you again. I'm glad you're safe and back on The Island. We'll have to meet up next week. I'm actually in Kentucky right now golfing with Rick Dees."
"WHAT!?" I exclaimed. "Rick Dees!? I love Rick Dees!"
"Really," he stated. Stephen knows me well enough that this oddity amidst my celebrity heroes should be really no surprise. "You wanna talk to him?"
"Oh my gosh!"
"Hang on..."
(rustle, rustle, mumble, mumble...)
"Hi, Amy! This is Rick Dees coming to you from the Dees property in Central Kentucky," he said in full radio voice. "How are you?"
"What!? Oh my gosh!"
"It's a brisk 42 Dees degrees here this afternoon."
"Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me?" I giggled.
"I have family in Kentucky. Where are you exactly?" I asked.
"Oh, where's your family?" he asked me.
"Owensboro and Lexington."
"Well, we've got quite a few acres and 7 restored old homes here in Danville."
"That's close!" I said. "I have to tell you, when I was a little girl I would tape your show while I went to Sunday school, 'cause I had to hear as much of it as possible when I got back!"
"Well, Amy, that makes it all worthwhile. I'm glad you've enjoyed it. I've heard a lot of great things about you, Amy, and I guess I'm hoping next year will be better than this one."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, let's hope. But this is good start already!"
"I've been hanging out with your friends here, and well," he continued, "I think they're going to turn the music industry upside down."
"Yes! Yes they are! Are you going to help them!?"
"I just opened my wallet and said, 'Take whatever you're going to need.'"
"Oh, that's great!" I exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're helping. That's so cool!"
"Well, they're good people. I'm glad to be involved."
"You can go back to your golf game," I said in disbelief he has just talked to me for this long. What a nice guy!
"Good to talk to you, Amy!"
"Thanks! You can put Stephen back on."
And so there it was. A conversation with one of the most influential celebrities of my life. Seriously, I've loved music all my life. The "Weekly Top 40" was such a highlight of my weekend from... well, ever since I can remember! I'd have never thought Rick Dees would be talking to me on the telephone one day! I'm sure I sounded like a goofy little school girl.
I called all my friends to tell them about it.
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