everything happens at once
Aug. 30th, 2007 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat_sochoI probably would have been in a better mood while looking at teeny tiny close-in apartments and larger but oh so faraway apartments if I hadn't left my phone at chez RS last night, since Accountemps called this morning to offer me a 12-6 job at $16/hour starting next Wednesday. Ironically, it's in the registration department of a local college. Anyway, this works out well since Accountemps can now write a little letter for me saying "Yeah, we hired this guy and expect him to be pulling down serious zoobs. Rent him some space!" and hopefully the landlords will scratch their heads and go "Okay."
Man, small apartments are SMALL. One of the places I looked at was 380 square feet. I realize this probably sounds incredibly spacious to a New Yorker, but the idea of fitting all the stuff I had in a 550 ft^2 place into a tiny space like that...not good. I don't have nearly enough bookshelves for that, to say nothing of all the DVDs. Anyway, the most likely prospect is a 500 ft^2 studio, which ought to give me plenty of room to arrange things. It's not like I'm going to be doing a lot of entertaining, after all.
Supposed to get together with my friend Mark tomorrow before he disappears into the Valley for a weekend with parents, boxers and llamas; considering going up to Laurel Saturday to see Mr. Butler and possibly other gamers; no plans for Sunday or Monday yet. We'll see what develops.
Man, small apartments are SMALL. One of the places I looked at was 380 square feet. I realize this probably sounds incredibly spacious to a New Yorker, but the idea of fitting all the stuff I had in a 550 ft^2 place into a tiny space like that...not good. I don't have nearly enough bookshelves for that, to say nothing of all the DVDs. Anyway, the most likely prospect is a 500 ft^2 studio, which ought to give me plenty of room to arrange things. It's not like I'm going to be doing a lot of entertaining, after all.
Supposed to get together with my friend Mark tomorrow before he disappears into the Valley for a weekend with parents, boxers and llamas; considering going up to Laurel Saturday to see Mr. Butler and possibly other gamers; no plans for Sunday or Monday yet. We'll see what develops.
