As you know I have been without heat for a while now and this morning there was a glimmer of hope. When I left the office I called the HVAC man to inform him that I was leaving work and will be arriving at the apartment in 25 minutes. When I walked in the door, there was still no power and no sign of anyone awaiting my arrival. After roughly 20 minutes of tidying up the place, I got a knock on the door. Shortly after they began disassembling the old broiler (65 years old!) I get another knock on the door. It’s the electrician to figure out the power outage issue. As I’m showing all these people where the necessary switch boxes and transformers are, I get another knock on the door. Pepco. After about 45 minutes my power turns on! YAYAY!
I wait a bit will they work on my broiler, throwing pieces out the back door and making a huge guncky black mess on my floor.
“Hi, sorry to bother you but I need to take off and got back to work, do you mind locking the door on your way out?”
HVAC “Oh, well actually we have a broiler but we have to go pick it up.”
“Oh, this is news to me. I thought it hadn’t arrived yet?”
HVAC “Oh no we’ve had it. We need another 15-20 minutes to finish taking this one out and then we have to go pick the other one up. Should be back in 20-25 minutes.”
“Okay well I’ll wait till you get back and then I’ll take off how does that sound?”
Waiting. Waiting Waiting. After a little over an hour AFTER they left I called the receptions number “Oh I’m sorry I can’t get ahold of them.”
So basically I ending up leaving a note on my back door saying to lock it on their way out. I had to leave the door unlocked for them….
I get home late that night to discover...THERE IS HEAT IN MY APARTMENT! YAYAYAYA!
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Friday, 4 November 2011
Let There Be Heat!
Halloween weekend ending up being pretty cold in the district. It actually snowed a little bit, yuck! We have a little space heater which helps, but I knew that Nov 1st was a great time to get the broiler turned on for heat. I called my HVAV guy and met him at the apartment. He was there for about an hour inspecting and trying to light the flame.
Conclusion: BROKEN.
Hopefully I will be getting a new one sooner rather than later. As for now, the space heater will have to do.
Jacob and I were Zombies this Halloween! MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH
Conclusion: BROKEN.
Hopefully I will be getting a new one sooner rather than later. As for now, the space heater will have to do.
Jacob and I were Zombies this Halloween! MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH
Kirsten Goes to the Dentist!
It’s the morning of Oct. 17th and I make my way into the bathroom to start my morning routine. As I’m brushing my teeth, I remember. Today, I go the Dentist. Yuck. Unfortunately I have been a bit behind on my cleanings since getting new insurance and moving to DC. I’m dreading the outcome if the visit. Actually, I’m dreading getting into that awkward chair where my feet are up and my head doesn’t quite reach the headrest so it’s extra uncomfortable. I leave the office around 11:30 to ensure I have a solid 30 minutes to Metro it to DuPont and find the building. Not surprising, I get very lost. I ended up using my navigation on my phone but forget to remember that it was taking me the long route since this area is full of one ways…smart Kirsten, real smart.
I finally end up at the sketch building about 20 minutes past. I called several times on the way to ensure they understood my tardiness. It looked like an apartment building on the outside. I buzzed the correct button for their ‘suite’ number and the door opened for me. I got off the elevator to the fifth floor and what do ya know, it is an apartment building. I open the door to the ‘supposed’ dentist office. I walk in and it’s like an office for little mice. They transformed a small apartment into a dentist office. My first instinct was to leave and find a new dentist, but I forgot to change out of my heels before leaving the office and the 50 minute walk had my feet hurting. I took a seat and waited for my name to be called although I was the only one in very cramped front room.
Two ladies came to get me and I had to carefully maneuver around the dentists as we was performing on another patient. I had to hold my breath and move slowly by him while scary sharp objects were inside this poor woman’s mouth. Seriously? What if I sneezed and bumped into him as I walked past and the sharp tools when through her cheek? Okay, why didn’t I leave when I had the chance!
First thing’s first, X Rays. This must have been Dental Hygienists first week because she was shadowing another. One hygienist’s looks at the new hygienists and goes “Okay you do the rest, I will be right back.” My eyes widen. She starts jamming this awkward tube with weird shapes coming off it into my mouth but it’s not working. “Hey I need help!” she yells out. The hygienists walks over and goes “Like THIS!” and jams it into my mouth. OUCH!
After the horrific X ray experience the dentist arrives to inspect the damage. In this little closet we are in (Not kidding! The door was taken off and my chair is slanted in the little room), he puts the air-sucky thing in my mouth and is working with sharp scary tools in my mouth when suddenly his movement causes the air hose to come loose and the air-sucky thing fly’s out of my mouth and starts moving all over. He is frantically trying to figure out what happened and yelling for help. I just lay in the awkward chair looking at everyone like a deer in the headlights.
After another 30 minutes of teeth cleaning and teaching me how to brush my teeth with a giant toy teeth, it’s time to go. As he is talking to me about the visit, I’m not even listening. All I can think about is never ever ever coming back to this place!
I have a cavity. So in other words I’ll be back Nov. 12th.
Dang it.
I finally end up at the sketch building about 20 minutes past. I called several times on the way to ensure they understood my tardiness. It looked like an apartment building on the outside. I buzzed the correct button for their ‘suite’ number and the door opened for me. I got off the elevator to the fifth floor and what do ya know, it is an apartment building. I open the door to the ‘supposed’ dentist office. I walk in and it’s like an office for little mice. They transformed a small apartment into a dentist office. My first instinct was to leave and find a new dentist, but I forgot to change out of my heels before leaving the office and the 50 minute walk had my feet hurting. I took a seat and waited for my name to be called although I was the only one in very cramped front room.
Two ladies came to get me and I had to carefully maneuver around the dentists as we was performing on another patient. I had to hold my breath and move slowly by him while scary sharp objects were inside this poor woman’s mouth. Seriously? What if I sneezed and bumped into him as I walked past and the sharp tools when through her cheek? Okay, why didn’t I leave when I had the chance!
First thing’s first, X Rays. This must have been Dental Hygienists first week because she was shadowing another. One hygienist’s looks at the new hygienists and goes “Okay you do the rest, I will be right back.” My eyes widen. She starts jamming this awkward tube with weird shapes coming off it into my mouth but it’s not working. “Hey I need help!” she yells out. The hygienists walks over and goes “Like THIS!” and jams it into my mouth. OUCH!
After the horrific X ray experience the dentist arrives to inspect the damage. In this little closet we are in (Not kidding! The door was taken off and my chair is slanted in the little room), he puts the air-sucky thing in my mouth and is working with sharp scary tools in my mouth when suddenly his movement causes the air hose to come loose and the air-sucky thing fly’s out of my mouth and starts moving all over. He is frantically trying to figure out what happened and yelling for help. I just lay in the awkward chair looking at everyone like a deer in the headlights.
After another 30 minutes of teeth cleaning and teaching me how to brush my teeth with a giant toy teeth, it’s time to go. As he is talking to me about the visit, I’m not even listening. All I can think about is never ever ever coming back to this place!
I have a cavity. So in other words I’ll be back Nov. 12th.
Dang it.
Monday, 10 October 2011
Allison's Wedding Weekend!
On Friday, October 7th I boarded the plane at Ronald Reagan National Airport at around 11:30 AM to make the first of two flights to Fargo North Dakota. It was my best friend Allison Pipers wedding and I wasn’t going to miss it for the world! I’m rather comfortable in my expensive seat, ready to nap away then next two hours and 19 minutes. The turbulence was on the rough side at the beginning of the flight, but nothing I couldn’t handle. We were about 45 minutes from Minneapolis when I saw people running up and down the aisle. I quickly took out my earphones and started looking around franticly. I noticed a large box being quickly brought up to the front of a plane in the hands a flight attendant. I saw that the wording started with a ‘D’ but I couldn’t quit decipher exactly what it said. After about 5 minutes we were informed that a gentleman in first class had a minor heart attack and the pilot was planning on kicking it into high gear to get us on the ground. What I failed to inform earlier is that we sat on the runway for 25 minutes before taking off from Washington, therefore making us 25 minutes behind schedule. The pilot came on the overcome and announced that it was roughly 45 knot winds in the Minneapolis area, therefore prepare for a rough ride.
Great.
We raced to the runway with high speed and the plane was whipping back and forth, it felt like the wings were going to touch down first. We ended up getting there 10 minutes AHEAD of schedule. The paramedic’s met us at the runway to get the gentlemen off the flight as soon as possible.
Okay, flight one is complete.
It’s 3:00 PM and I’m preparing myself to board yet another flight. My head stopped spinning but my stomach hadn’t. As I step on my short 32 minute flight to Fargo, I thought I was going to faint. There were two seats on either side and about 10 rows deep. So I’m going to get back up in the air with these high winds in this? Seriously.
Like I expected, it was a crazy and very nauseous ride to Fargo. The 32 minute ride felt like hours of pure hell.
I land in Fargo at 4:35 PM. My mom picks me up at the airport and headed to get some medicine for my motion sickness. Nothing a few hours at Macy’s couldn’t handle ;)
Allison’s wedding:
BEAUTIFUL!
It was so wonderful to be back in North Dakota to visit friends and family. I had such a blast at Allison and Jacob’s wedding.
Party Bus: Check
Dancing: Check
Driving to Michaels: Check.
I got home last night and my flights were actually very nice. Very little turbulence and went pretty quick. Jacob picked me up at the airport, stopped quickly at the grocery store and then spent the night cheer for the Green Bay Packers. 5-0 Baby.
Great.
We raced to the runway with high speed and the plane was whipping back and forth, it felt like the wings were going to touch down first. We ended up getting there 10 minutes AHEAD of schedule. The paramedic’s met us at the runway to get the gentlemen off the flight as soon as possible.
Okay, flight one is complete.
It’s 3:00 PM and I’m preparing myself to board yet another flight. My head stopped spinning but my stomach hadn’t. As I step on my short 32 minute flight to Fargo, I thought I was going to faint. There were two seats on either side and about 10 rows deep. So I’m going to get back up in the air with these high winds in this? Seriously.
Like I expected, it was a crazy and very nauseous ride to Fargo. The 32 minute ride felt like hours of pure hell.
I land in Fargo at 4:35 PM. My mom picks me up at the airport and headed to get some medicine for my motion sickness. Nothing a few hours at Macy’s couldn’t handle ;)
Allison’s wedding:
BEAUTIFUL!
It was so wonderful to be back in North Dakota to visit friends and family. I had such a blast at Allison and Jacob’s wedding.
Party Bus: Check
Dancing: Check
Driving to Michaels: Check.
I got home last night and my flights were actually very nice. Very little turbulence and went pretty quick. Jacob picked me up at the airport, stopped quickly at the grocery store and then spent the night cheer for the Green Bay Packers. 5-0 Baby.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
The Adventure Continues...
September 29th:
At 11:30 last night Jacob woke up yelling in pain. He had blood running out of his ear and we rushed to the ER. We sat there for 2.5 hours till we could see someone while I held gauze to his ear to help with the bleeding. He saw a nurse for about a minute who checked his blood pressure and temp, then told him to wait for the doctor. After another agonizing hour while he was bleeding from the ear and in excruciating pain, I went up to the front desk in tears begging someone to help us. We finally saw a doctor at 3:30. His eardrum popped that night, which caused him to be bleeding out and in lots of pain. Around 4:15 AM we took off for a 24/7 Pharmacy on the opposite side of town, waited for pain meds and antibiotics and got home around 5:30. He is doing a lot better now, on lots of medication. We have no idea what caused the popped eardrum, but in a couple weeks he should be healed. To add the icing to the cake, I was harassed by some guy in the waiting room and it started a fight with some other patient who was trying to defend me. Oh Geez.
It’s official, I’m writing a book.
October 5th:
I lost my phone last night. Cool.
I was naturally a mess and very upset, but I eventually breathed when Jacob calmed me down. Guess what! There are some good Samaritans in the District!? I had been calling and texting my phone constantly to see if someone would pick up or find it. I lost it around 7:15 PM and I got a call about 8 PM from a guy who found it! He was giving it to his mother who will be at the Canadian Embassy today for me to go and pick it up! Seriously, I sometimes give up on people and then they turn around and surprise you.
At 11:30 last night Jacob woke up yelling in pain. He had blood running out of his ear and we rushed to the ER. We sat there for 2.5 hours till we could see someone while I held gauze to his ear to help with the bleeding. He saw a nurse for about a minute who checked his blood pressure and temp, then told him to wait for the doctor. After another agonizing hour while he was bleeding from the ear and in excruciating pain, I went up to the front desk in tears begging someone to help us. We finally saw a doctor at 3:30. His eardrum popped that night, which caused him to be bleeding out and in lots of pain. Around 4:15 AM we took off for a 24/7 Pharmacy on the opposite side of town, waited for pain meds and antibiotics and got home around 5:30. He is doing a lot better now, on lots of medication. We have no idea what caused the popped eardrum, but in a couple weeks he should be healed. To add the icing to the cake, I was harassed by some guy in the waiting room and it started a fight with some other patient who was trying to defend me. Oh Geez.
It’s official, I’m writing a book.
October 5th:
I lost my phone last night. Cool.
I was naturally a mess and very upset, but I eventually breathed when Jacob calmed me down. Guess what! There are some good Samaritans in the District!? I had been calling and texting my phone constantly to see if someone would pick up or find it. I lost it around 7:15 PM and I got a call about 8 PM from a guy who found it! He was giving it to his mother who will be at the Canadian Embassy today for me to go and pick it up! Seriously, I sometimes give up on people and then they turn around and surprise you.
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
September 23rd 2011: WISCONSIN WEEKEND
On Wednesday the 21st I’m on the couch resting. I had left work early that afternoon to try and sleep of this terrible head cold I had come down with. I was on the phone chatting with my boyfriend Jacob about a car issue that has just arisen. Apparently he brought his car into the shop to have them look at a leak, turns out his left axel was all messed up. There was a part available that they could overnight. The part was still in another car so Thursday they were to take it out and ship it. I had a scheduled flight for Friday, Sept. 23rd to flight from DC to Milwaukee arriving at 12:30 PM. The part was to arrive at the mechanics Friday morning and Jacob would just be a couple hours late picking me up and we’d be on our way. No big deal right?
So after I freaked out for a couple hours I started to calm down, take some cold medicine and try to relax. Then I heard a huge crash. I run to the window and about 15 cop cars come out of nowhere, they start blocking off the streets and you seeing some running action. Within in seconds there is a police helicopter circulating. I see my neighbors outside so I go out to find out what just happened. Apparently there was some sort of police chase and he finally crashed into one of the cars on the street. That was all I could hear till a group of kids, whom I see every day, walk past us and soon two cop cars rush up to us and tackle these kids. They all had three handguns in their waist band! I see these kids every day.
I found out later that this was a stolen car from a block down that caused this ruckus. I also found out that it will be wise of me to stay away from a certain group of people who migrate rather close to my front door.
It’s Friday morning and I just got through security at the Ronald Reagan National Airport. I make one last call to Jacob to confirm that we’ll be all good to go. He said that he received a confirmation that the part had been shipped and will be arrived to the shop sometime this morning. Phew! I get to Milwaukee around 12:40. We decided that I should get a hotel room in Milwaukee because it might be a while till he can arrive and get me since with the delay. I jump on a free shuttle to the Holiday Inn Express near the airport. I get there with a rumbling stomach and the shuttle driver offers to drop me off at a nearby local restaurant for a bite to eat. I’m still not a hundred percent so I end up taking a little nap at the hotel. It’s nearing 4pm and I still haven’t gotten a call that the car has been finished. After a while of passing the hotel room and freaking out, Jacob calls me with the news. The wrong shipping information was put on the package and it will not be arriving till Monday morning.
(At this point all Hell breaks loose)
I’m wondering if I should book a flight back to DC the next morning or would it be too expense? We decided that I’m going to stay in Wisconsin and drive with him Monday morning granted my office is okay with me missing Monday and Tuesday. Since Jacob’s car is in the shop and his dad’s car isn’t working due to a recent accident where a deer came out of nowhere! I was stuck in Milwaukee alone for the night. Jacob borrowed a car and left Eau Claire (4 Hours North of Milwaukee) early Saturday morning to come pick me up and take me back to Eau Claire for the weekend. We basically just hung out and spent time with his family and said some goodbyes till we’d be back. It turned out to be a good weekend.
Monday morning we wake up and start re-packing Jacob’s life. Since he is a typically boy, I had to use my girl super powers to re-organize his ‘organized’ packing. We got a call that the part was en route to the shop and should be done around noon. Perfect! We could get a good 10 hours in today and then only eight left on Tuesday! That sounded like a great plan.
Wait why would that work out? Isn’t everything supposed to be utter chaos?
We got the car around 4:30, packed it full in the pouring rain, and were on the road by 6:20. We made it to South Bend Indiana around 2:45 AM and stopped at a hotel for the night. After a three or so hour nap we woke up and hit the road again. Not to mention a pit stop at the local Wal-Mart to get heavy medication for Jacob’s ear infection that was extremely uncomfortable for him. To say we were exhausted is an understatement. The scariest part of the entire journey was the PA Torn Pike…needless to say we will NEVER take that again. 2 plus hours of winding through mountains with speeding semi’s racing past us and no shoulder to speak of…yuck.
We got home and unpacked at 8:30 last night. We were exhausted. We were relieved. We were finally home.
Oh yeah, the car that has become the most unreliable car known to mankind became the smoothest 18 hour car ride…I guess it was worth the wait!
So after I freaked out for a couple hours I started to calm down, take some cold medicine and try to relax. Then I heard a huge crash. I run to the window and about 15 cop cars come out of nowhere, they start blocking off the streets and you seeing some running action. Within in seconds there is a police helicopter circulating. I see my neighbors outside so I go out to find out what just happened. Apparently there was some sort of police chase and he finally crashed into one of the cars on the street. That was all I could hear till a group of kids, whom I see every day, walk past us and soon two cop cars rush up to us and tackle these kids. They all had three handguns in their waist band! I see these kids every day.
I found out later that this was a stolen car from a block down that caused this ruckus. I also found out that it will be wise of me to stay away from a certain group of people who migrate rather close to my front door.
It’s Friday morning and I just got through security at the Ronald Reagan National Airport. I make one last call to Jacob to confirm that we’ll be all good to go. He said that he received a confirmation that the part had been shipped and will be arrived to the shop sometime this morning. Phew! I get to Milwaukee around 12:40. We decided that I should get a hotel room in Milwaukee because it might be a while till he can arrive and get me since with the delay. I jump on a free shuttle to the Holiday Inn Express near the airport. I get there with a rumbling stomach and the shuttle driver offers to drop me off at a nearby local restaurant for a bite to eat. I’m still not a hundred percent so I end up taking a little nap at the hotel. It’s nearing 4pm and I still haven’t gotten a call that the car has been finished. After a while of passing the hotel room and freaking out, Jacob calls me with the news. The wrong shipping information was put on the package and it will not be arriving till Monday morning.
(At this point all Hell breaks loose)
I’m wondering if I should book a flight back to DC the next morning or would it be too expense? We decided that I’m going to stay in Wisconsin and drive with him Monday morning granted my office is okay with me missing Monday and Tuesday. Since Jacob’s car is in the shop and his dad’s car isn’t working due to a recent accident where a deer came out of nowhere! I was stuck in Milwaukee alone for the night. Jacob borrowed a car and left Eau Claire (4 Hours North of Milwaukee) early Saturday morning to come pick me up and take me back to Eau Claire for the weekend. We basically just hung out and spent time with his family and said some goodbyes till we’d be back. It turned out to be a good weekend.
Monday morning we wake up and start re-packing Jacob’s life. Since he is a typically boy, I had to use my girl super powers to re-organize his ‘organized’ packing. We got a call that the part was en route to the shop and should be done around noon. Perfect! We could get a good 10 hours in today and then only eight left on Tuesday! That sounded like a great plan.
Wait why would that work out? Isn’t everything supposed to be utter chaos?
We got the car around 4:30, packed it full in the pouring rain, and were on the road by 6:20. We made it to South Bend Indiana around 2:45 AM and stopped at a hotel for the night. After a three or so hour nap we woke up and hit the road again. Not to mention a pit stop at the local Wal-Mart to get heavy medication for Jacob’s ear infection that was extremely uncomfortable for him. To say we were exhausted is an understatement. The scariest part of the entire journey was the PA Torn Pike…needless to say we will NEVER take that again. 2 plus hours of winding through mountains with speeding semi’s racing past us and no shoulder to speak of…yuck.
We got home and unpacked at 8:30 last night. We were exhausted. We were relieved. We were finally home.
Oh yeah, the car that has become the most unreliable car known to mankind became the smoothest 18 hour car ride…I guess it was worth the wait!
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
5.9 Earthquake
It’s a little before 2pm and I’m standing at my desk chatting with my fellow co-worker when I notice her face turn white with confusion. The building started shaking slightly then erupted in a large quake. I immediately went to all fours. This 100 year old building I work in was moving like Jell-O. It was unreal! It ended up being a 5.9 Magnitude Earthquake. Which the West Coast ‘eat for breakfast,’ but the difference is our nations’ capitol wasn’t built to with-stand earthquakes. It was bit freaky, but kind of exciting! This was my first earthquake experience and it’s fortunate no one was injured and no major damage was caused to this historic place.
We evacuated the buildings and after a while, we got sent home! I was lucky that I grabbed my purse on the way out but I did walk a mile home in my high heels...ouch. My apartmnet was good, besides a couple pictures feel off the walls but nothing broke.
Experience Earthquake. Check.
What else does is this District going to throw at me? A hurricane on Monday… I'm ready.
We evacuated the buildings and after a while, we got sent home! I was lucky that I grabbed my purse on the way out but I did walk a mile home in my high heels...ouch. My apartmnet was good, besides a couple pictures feel off the walls but nothing broke.
Experience Earthquake. Check.
What else does is this District going to throw at me? A hurricane on Monday… I'm ready.
Monday, 22 August 2011
First Vacation outside The District
Lake Lanier Weekend:
It’s Friday afternoon and I can barely handle it. The clock is ticking slowly; 5:30 couldn’t come soon enough. I haven’t left the district in three months and all I want to do is hop a plane and go somewhere. My Aunt and Uncle live on Lake Lanier in Georgia and I’m going to visit them this weekend.
Its 5:30 and I race out of the office and head to the metro. On the metro I can’t help but smile the entire ride. A few stops before Reagan National Airport an older woman gets on. The gentleman next to me immediately gets up and motions for the woman to take his seat. With a smile she thanks him and then sits down next to me. I smile to myself thinking, “Wow, there are some really nice people in this world.” After about a minute or two I start to smell something unusual. “What is that smell?” I think to myself. Pretty soon I understood, I think the woman next to me just went to the bathroom. Great.
The door opens for the airport and I run off to breathe some fresh air. I make my way casually to security and within minutes I’m at my gate. I grab a bite to eat and bust out my book to read a bit before they start boarding the plane. I must have gotten really into my book because I didn’t even notice that a storm had rolled in. Soon gates were being changed and flights were being delayed. I found a seat at the new gate for my departure and I choose wrong. There was a guy sitting next to me being that ‘guy.’ The one who keeps trying to talk to you, really loud I may add, while you’re trying to mind your own business. I’m listening to my iPod and reading my book and he keeps taping on my shoulder to talk to me. All I wanted to do was yell “LEAVE ME ALONE!” but instead I’m like “Yup...okay...yup...okay.” Ugh. My flight was only delayed an hour so it’s wasn’t horrible.
Twenty minutes prior to arrival a flight attendant comes over towards my seat to speak with a family sitting across from me. I overheard him explaining to this family, who spoke little English, that due to the delay their flight from Atlanta to Heathrow had already taken off and headed for London. They seemed to understand what he was saying so he left to prepare for arrival. Seconds after the wheels touch the pavement, this family jumps out of their seat in a mad rush. I’m in the unfortunate location where their heavy luggage is right above my head. I’m terrified! People start yelling at this family, “SIT DOWN” “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING.” Everyone is already irritable from the delay and this didn’t add to the situation. The flight attendant who previously spoke with them raced as fast as he could with the fast moving plane towards this family who seemed to ignore the furious fellow passengers. He grabbed one of the bags and tried pushing the family back to their seats, “You NEED to sit down till the plane has stopped!” The family is seriously confused on what all the commotion is about. They think they didn’t nothing wrong and just want to make their ‘connection.’ Shortly after this little incident, the flight attendant gets on the speaker and announces for those passengers whose destination is Atlanta, is to please stay seated to allow those passengers with connecting flights to get off first. 10 times out of 10 this NEVER works, but the tension on this plane could be cut with a knife. For the first time in my life, people actually allowed people with connects to get off first. I was shocked! Naturally, when I finally have a direct flight this happens but when I need this, it won’t happen. Life.
Lake Lanier was a blast! Barefooting in the morning, reading by the lake, and jumping off the dock it was a fantastic vacation from the hassle and bustle of DC. Thanks Betsy and Ryan!
It’s 11:23 AM on Monday morning and I’m exhausted. I woke up this morning at 4 AM and caught a 7:15 AM Flight to DC. I came straight from the airport to work and I’m counting down till I can walk home and fall asleep. My entire body aches from this weekend’s skiing and sitting at my desk is rather excruciating…perhaps I’m being a bit dramatic. I blame the lack of sleep.
Off to do work now.
Feels good to be home (Wait, did I just say “home”…love it!)
It’s Friday afternoon and I can barely handle it. The clock is ticking slowly; 5:30 couldn’t come soon enough. I haven’t left the district in three months and all I want to do is hop a plane and go somewhere. My Aunt and Uncle live on Lake Lanier in Georgia and I’m going to visit them this weekend.
Its 5:30 and I race out of the office and head to the metro. On the metro I can’t help but smile the entire ride. A few stops before Reagan National Airport an older woman gets on. The gentleman next to me immediately gets up and motions for the woman to take his seat. With a smile she thanks him and then sits down next to me. I smile to myself thinking, “Wow, there are some really nice people in this world.” After about a minute or two I start to smell something unusual. “What is that smell?” I think to myself. Pretty soon I understood, I think the woman next to me just went to the bathroom. Great.
The door opens for the airport and I run off to breathe some fresh air. I make my way casually to security and within minutes I’m at my gate. I grab a bite to eat and bust out my book to read a bit before they start boarding the plane. I must have gotten really into my book because I didn’t even notice that a storm had rolled in. Soon gates were being changed and flights were being delayed. I found a seat at the new gate for my departure and I choose wrong. There was a guy sitting next to me being that ‘guy.’ The one who keeps trying to talk to you, really loud I may add, while you’re trying to mind your own business. I’m listening to my iPod and reading my book and he keeps taping on my shoulder to talk to me. All I wanted to do was yell “LEAVE ME ALONE!” but instead I’m like “Yup...okay...yup...okay.” Ugh. My flight was only delayed an hour so it’s wasn’t horrible.
Twenty minutes prior to arrival a flight attendant comes over towards my seat to speak with a family sitting across from me. I overheard him explaining to this family, who spoke little English, that due to the delay their flight from Atlanta to Heathrow had already taken off and headed for London. They seemed to understand what he was saying so he left to prepare for arrival. Seconds after the wheels touch the pavement, this family jumps out of their seat in a mad rush. I’m in the unfortunate location where their heavy luggage is right above my head. I’m terrified! People start yelling at this family, “SIT DOWN” “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING.” Everyone is already irritable from the delay and this didn’t add to the situation. The flight attendant who previously spoke with them raced as fast as he could with the fast moving plane towards this family who seemed to ignore the furious fellow passengers. He grabbed one of the bags and tried pushing the family back to their seats, “You NEED to sit down till the plane has stopped!” The family is seriously confused on what all the commotion is about. They think they didn’t nothing wrong and just want to make their ‘connection.’ Shortly after this little incident, the flight attendant gets on the speaker and announces for those passengers whose destination is Atlanta, is to please stay seated to allow those passengers with connecting flights to get off first. 10 times out of 10 this NEVER works, but the tension on this plane could be cut with a knife. For the first time in my life, people actually allowed people with connects to get off first. I was shocked! Naturally, when I finally have a direct flight this happens but when I need this, it won’t happen. Life.
Lake Lanier was a blast! Barefooting in the morning, reading by the lake, and jumping off the dock it was a fantastic vacation from the hassle and bustle of DC. Thanks Betsy and Ryan!
It’s 11:23 AM on Monday morning and I’m exhausted. I woke up this morning at 4 AM and caught a 7:15 AM Flight to DC. I came straight from the airport to work and I’m counting down till I can walk home and fall asleep. My entire body aches from this weekend’s skiing and sitting at my desk is rather excruciating…perhaps I’m being a bit dramatic. I blame the lack of sleep.
Off to do work now.
Feels good to be home (Wait, did I just say “home”…love it!)
Friday, 19 August 2011
Posioning the mice...Okay, lets do it.
Today is a great day! The exterminators are currently at my apartment baiting the place UP! WOOT WOOT!
The baseboards are also going to be repaired. Two large holes were found, yuck.
Not only am I getting rid of the mice in my apartment, but I'm going to Hot-Lanta to visit my Aunt Betsy and Uncle Ryno! I have been in The District for three months now and I'm ready to leave for a couple days.
Get ready Georgia, Kirsten is back!
The baseboards are also going to be repaired. Two large holes were found, yuck.
Not only am I getting rid of the mice in my apartment, but I'm going to Hot-Lanta to visit my Aunt Betsy and Uncle Ryno! I have been in The District for three months now and I'm ready to leave for a couple days.
Get ready Georgia, Kirsten is back!
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Three Little Mice
It’s 9:45 PM and I’m sitting in my bed going through some bills. I look up from my computer to my closed bedroom door and a little mouse runs under my door, across the floor into my closet. Are you kidding me? This time I wasn’t as scared. Actually, I wasn’t scared at all. I was pissed! Emailed my landlord and in conclusion, an exterminator is arriving today to inspect! Hopefully this will be the last...
Did I mention there were TWO MICE LAST NIGHT! Arg.
Did I mention there were TWO MICE LAST NIGHT! Arg.
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Lets Catch Up A Bit Shall We?
It’s the first week in May. I’m just getting back to my apartment to hang out before dragging myself to my last week of classes. I throw on some comfy clothes, make a quick bowl of cereal, and I find my favorite spot on the oversized couch. Within minutes of taking my first bite, my cell phone goes off.
“Hello?”
A few minutes later I was pacing my apartment with excitement and shock. “Who do I call first?” Well that’s easy.
“Hey sweetie, so I just got a phone call from….”
After some discussion with my boyfriend and a long phone call with my mother, I decided to go for it. I’m moving to Washington DC to pursue a job I never thought I’d get.
Move in Weekend: May 26th
At promptly 6am my door is pushed open signally it’s time to get up. I pack my last minute items into my two overweight bags. By 7am, we are ‘ass in seat.’ My mother and I are on our way to the cities with a 4 hour car ride ahead of us. We make a quick pit stop to visit my Aunt Joann before we are dropped off at the airport. We get through security with no issues and just casually hang out by our gate. We board the plane a half our later due to a little weather delay in Atlanta. Little did we know, our day was about to be nothing what we expected. While in the air I decided to take a little nap to rest up before a busy next couple of days. I was abruptly awakened by the captain informing the passengers that we will be taking a weather diversion to Charlotte, North Carolina.
Apparently the thunderstorm currently in Atlanta was so bad there would be no way we could land. Once in Charlotte, we sat on the runway for a good hour and half till they finally gave us a gate. We ended up then sitting in terminal for another 45 minutes till they boarded us up and took off for Atlanta. We landed about an hour later in Atlanta to find an airport FULL of people. When we were sitting in North Carolina, the entire Atlanta airport stopped. Therefore, all flights were either cancelled or delayed. We sat in Atlanta for a couple hours. My mom overheard a gentleman talking about a flight leaving for D.C. at gate C2 at 1am. Our flight at 11:45 was just cancelled and we raced over to C2 to try to get a ticket.
So it’s roughly 2am in the morning and we made it on the last plane out to D.C. I’m relieved and exhausted to be sitting in my seat. As people are finding their seats and the last bit of luggage finds its place, it starts to rain.
Soon it’s pouring outside and the electrical storm begins its second wind. Everyone on the plane is ‘out like a light’ and I should be too! But this weather has made me very much awake and alert. This entire day as been awful, and all I can think about is maybe I’m NOT supposed to go to DC after all? Is this a sign from God saying, “Don’t Go!”
We are starting to gain speed as this large aircraft is making its way down the runway. Our take off is a bit rough, but nothing I can’t handle. I have been on over 50 flights and flying has never once freaked me out…although with the amount of turbulence from the storm and getting struck by lightning, to say I has freaking out is an understatement. I’m looking around at the people on the plane and everyone is sleeping! Are you kidding me! We are going to crash because of this awful storm and everyone is like “Whatever, I’m going to get a little shut eye!” Not me! My eyes are wide open the entire flight and fear has taken over. That was the longest flight of my life and once we touched solid ground, I could finally relax.
My mother and I got to our hotel around 4:30 AM. I don’t even remember falling asleep.
May 27th: Moving Truck
My mother and I wake up around 9AM. I’m still tired but I know I have a big day of unpacking and moving ahead of me. I check my cell phone and see there is a missed call and a voicemail:
“Hello Ms. Kvalsten, its 7:45 this is Washington Gas and we are at your front door.”
NO!!! I hurry and call them back. Since the reception in the hotel is awful, I have to sit on the window sill with my ear against the window. By the end of this very long conversation, there were a few outcomes:
1. I was in tears
2. I wasn’t getting my gas hooked up today
3. I was in tears
Not a good start to my first official day in DC. But I was trying to be optimistic. Earlier I had arranged to meet my landlord at my new place at 11 AM. I got ready quick and headed out the door to meet up with him while my mother hung out a bit at the hotel. After about 15 minutes of walking, I realized I was very much lost. I called up my landlord and these were his exact words, “Don’t move, I’m coming to pick you up.” Cool.
So what’s weird was that my landlord didn’t have my keys yet and my moving truck was going to arrive at my place at noon. This was going to be interesting. He takes me to his office to make some phone calls while I wait by my phone. Ten minutes to noon, I get a phone call:
“Hello Ms. Kvalsten, this is the moving truck. We are at your location.”
CRAP! I grab my landlord and say, “Dude, we gotta go”
A couple hours later, the moving truck was completely unloaded, and so far everything looked like it survived the trip. I found my apartment on Craigslist just days before moving out here and unfortunately, it didn’t have AC…Did I mention it was in the triple digits? Oh yeah, I didn’t have a fan either…fun times.
June 2011:
WEEK ONE: I had electricity, but no Gas, no shower head, and no blinds. Every day for a week I had to reschedule my gas hook up because I kept missing their arrival. Things weren’t off to the best start. A few months ago I was in a wedding, and the best man happens to live just a few blocks from my new apartment! Small world! Thanks to him and his wife, they let my use their shower for a couple mornings till I got a shower head!
WEEK TWO: Okay, things are finally starting to turn around. The IKEA furniture is built (which isn’t a fun job), my window AC’s are hooked up, and I have a showerhead! Wow! How exciting! I come home from a long day at work and I’m eager to make some dinner and just relax. I have the AC in my living room on low, I have a pizza half way done in the oven, and the TV is on to Brian Williams. Ahh…how nice is this.
“BEEP!”
The power goes off.
I don’t have a flashlight or candles. My phone is almost dead and I have no idea what I’m going to do. It’s still in the 90’s outside and its 8pm at night. I pack up a little overnight bag and call up my neighbor down the road.
I lock my door with the pizza still in the oven and my stomach growling. Cool.
WEEK THREE: YAY! Blinds! But my shower doesn’t drain so I take showers in my crocks. How stupid.
WEEK FOUR: Curtains hung! Tub fixed!
July 2011:
Okay, so I have survived my first month. My apartment is starting to feel like home, pictures on the walls and curtains are hanging. My parents have come to visit for the Fourth of July holiday weekend and I was so fired up! I took them to the Eastern Markets for a nice walk and some shopping. We arrived at my place for a little rest before we continued our sightseeing from the day before until…
“Mom, I can’t find my cell phone?” My little sister Molly says as we are starting to leave.
We search my apartment and all our pockets and have no idea where it is. We are constantly calling it but we realize that it’s gone. We start walking towards Eastern Markets to see if she dropped on the way back. No luck. Needless to say, my little sister is beyond upset.
July 5th:
“BEEP!”
Power goes off…again.
I ended up sitting on the curb outside my apartment for about 3 hours till the electricity company could to a temporary fix. I call my boyfriend in tears.
I’m way over this.
July 7th:
After my parents left to go home, I started noticing that I was having a lot of toilet issues. I just had my toilet and tub fixed in June because it wasn’t draining properly. I called up my landlord to schedule a plumber to look at the issue. I get a call from my landlord the day the plumber showed up:
“Ms. Kvalsten the plumber is at your apartment and they can’t figure out what wrong with your toilet. Kirsten, we NEED to know what you put down there?”
At this point, I’m pissed because I’m 22 years old and I don’t stuff things down my toilet.
“Well, you’re not going to find anything down there but the obvious.”
“Okay then. If it’s our problem, we pay for it. But the plumber is going to have to crack open your toilet to see what you put down there. If he finds something, you pay.” Says my landlord.
“Fine.” Phone called ended.
I’m sitting at my desk at work just steaming after my phone call. I’m so upset because every week there is something new with my apartment and I’m tired of it. My phone rings.
“Ms. Kvalsten, we found a pink cell phone. We will send you the bill.”
Oh Molly… looks like she needs to break into her college fund early.
July 12th: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
My boyfriend is coming to visit me and I couldn’t’ be more excited! I have missed him so much and I can’t wait to show him DC! I’m at work while he is sending me updates:
- I’m at the gate
- I’m delayed, but still should make my connecting flight
What do you know! There is a bad thunderstorm in Atlanta and that’s what’s keeping the flight in MSP to take off. Great. Why is this happening again!? I’m sitting at my computer at work constantly checking updates on the Atlanta Airport and checking other flights leaving from DCA from Atlanta. It isn’t looking good. Its 10pm, I’m sitting slash pacing the living room of my apartment waiting for an update. I sent him a text with the last plane leaving ATL for DCA and instructions on which gate to run too. I get a call saying, “I watched the plane leave the gate.”
He ended up spending the night in the ATL airport and catching the 7:15 AM flight to DCA. I sat in near the baggage claim with cramps in my stomach and a huge smile on my face. My legs were shaking and I thought I was going to explode. When I saw him walking (fast) towards me, my heart fluttered and tears filled my eyes. He is well worth the wait. I will never forget how tight he hugged me. I never wanted to let go…
Aug: 5th:
Okay I have survived two months. I love my new job and starting to really get the hang of this new life. My apartment is starting to cooperate and I haven’t had any electrical issues for a month now. I met all my neighbors and I have a routine now.
I’m sitting on my new recliner that finally arrived after 3 weeks of waiting to get it delivered… but that’s another story.
It’s a Friday night and I have decided to say in and hangout for the night. Just a nice night of hanging out on the couch and enjoying a good movie. Then something happened that I have actually been anticipating:
A MOUSE RUNS ACROSS MY LIVING ROOM FLOOR!
I jump up about ten feet and somehow land on the back of my couch. I crawl very slowly over to my end table and snatch up my cell phone. I pause, look both ways, and then slowly steep down into the corner of my couch. I call my neighbor in frenzy and he gives out a little laugh. “I’ll be right over.”
I call my mother. I call my boyfriend. My neighbor is still not here and I have no idea what I’m going to do! He shows up after what seems like hours and we try to find the little mouse. No luck. That entire night I kept seeing it run here and then run over there. Great. This little mouse the size of a small beer pong ball is freaking me out!
I wake the next morning and slowly creep around my apartment. I don’t’ see anything. There is a little sticky mouse pad catcher outside my door left by my neighbor and I put it out. I see the mouse run up to it, stop in its tracks, and then run around it. Smart guy.
A friend of mine picks me up for day of shopping and I leave my apartment hoping to return to a caught mouse.
It was my lucky day! I get home that evening to find the little mouse stuff in the sticky stuff! YAY! VICTORY! …wait…now I feel bad. The poor mouse is only a baby! It has a family and I just caught it. My neighbor picks it up for me and we throw it away. I feel bad but at the same time, I don’t want to live with mice. I set up some more sticky trays around my apartment, just in case the mommy and daddy come to look for its baby. Boy do I hope they don’t come!
“Hello?”
A few minutes later I was pacing my apartment with excitement and shock. “Who do I call first?” Well that’s easy.
“Hey sweetie, so I just got a phone call from….”
After some discussion with my boyfriend and a long phone call with my mother, I decided to go for it. I’m moving to Washington DC to pursue a job I never thought I’d get.
Move in Weekend: May 26th
At promptly 6am my door is pushed open signally it’s time to get up. I pack my last minute items into my two overweight bags. By 7am, we are ‘ass in seat.’ My mother and I are on our way to the cities with a 4 hour car ride ahead of us. We make a quick pit stop to visit my Aunt Joann before we are dropped off at the airport. We get through security with no issues and just casually hang out by our gate. We board the plane a half our later due to a little weather delay in Atlanta. Little did we know, our day was about to be nothing what we expected. While in the air I decided to take a little nap to rest up before a busy next couple of days. I was abruptly awakened by the captain informing the passengers that we will be taking a weather diversion to Charlotte, North Carolina.
Apparently the thunderstorm currently in Atlanta was so bad there would be no way we could land. Once in Charlotte, we sat on the runway for a good hour and half till they finally gave us a gate. We ended up then sitting in terminal for another 45 minutes till they boarded us up and took off for Atlanta. We landed about an hour later in Atlanta to find an airport FULL of people. When we were sitting in North Carolina, the entire Atlanta airport stopped. Therefore, all flights were either cancelled or delayed. We sat in Atlanta for a couple hours. My mom overheard a gentleman talking about a flight leaving for D.C. at gate C2 at 1am. Our flight at 11:45 was just cancelled and we raced over to C2 to try to get a ticket.
So it’s roughly 2am in the morning and we made it on the last plane out to D.C. I’m relieved and exhausted to be sitting in my seat. As people are finding their seats and the last bit of luggage finds its place, it starts to rain.
Soon it’s pouring outside and the electrical storm begins its second wind. Everyone on the plane is ‘out like a light’ and I should be too! But this weather has made me very much awake and alert. This entire day as been awful, and all I can think about is maybe I’m NOT supposed to go to DC after all? Is this a sign from God saying, “Don’t Go!”
We are starting to gain speed as this large aircraft is making its way down the runway. Our take off is a bit rough, but nothing I can’t handle. I have been on over 50 flights and flying has never once freaked me out…although with the amount of turbulence from the storm and getting struck by lightning, to say I has freaking out is an understatement. I’m looking around at the people on the plane and everyone is sleeping! Are you kidding me! We are going to crash because of this awful storm and everyone is like “Whatever, I’m going to get a little shut eye!” Not me! My eyes are wide open the entire flight and fear has taken over. That was the longest flight of my life and once we touched solid ground, I could finally relax.
My mother and I got to our hotel around 4:30 AM. I don’t even remember falling asleep.
May 27th: Moving Truck
My mother and I wake up around 9AM. I’m still tired but I know I have a big day of unpacking and moving ahead of me. I check my cell phone and see there is a missed call and a voicemail:
“Hello Ms. Kvalsten, its 7:45 this is Washington Gas and we are at your front door.”
NO!!! I hurry and call them back. Since the reception in the hotel is awful, I have to sit on the window sill with my ear against the window. By the end of this very long conversation, there were a few outcomes:
1. I was in tears
2. I wasn’t getting my gas hooked up today
3. I was in tears
Not a good start to my first official day in DC. But I was trying to be optimistic. Earlier I had arranged to meet my landlord at my new place at 11 AM. I got ready quick and headed out the door to meet up with him while my mother hung out a bit at the hotel. After about 15 minutes of walking, I realized I was very much lost. I called up my landlord and these were his exact words, “Don’t move, I’m coming to pick you up.” Cool.
So what’s weird was that my landlord didn’t have my keys yet and my moving truck was going to arrive at my place at noon. This was going to be interesting. He takes me to his office to make some phone calls while I wait by my phone. Ten minutes to noon, I get a phone call:
“Hello Ms. Kvalsten, this is the moving truck. We are at your location.”
CRAP! I grab my landlord and say, “Dude, we gotta go”
A couple hours later, the moving truck was completely unloaded, and so far everything looked like it survived the trip. I found my apartment on Craigslist just days before moving out here and unfortunately, it didn’t have AC…Did I mention it was in the triple digits? Oh yeah, I didn’t have a fan either…fun times.
June 2011:
WEEK ONE: I had electricity, but no Gas, no shower head, and no blinds. Every day for a week I had to reschedule my gas hook up because I kept missing their arrival. Things weren’t off to the best start. A few months ago I was in a wedding, and the best man happens to live just a few blocks from my new apartment! Small world! Thanks to him and his wife, they let my use their shower for a couple mornings till I got a shower head!
WEEK TWO: Okay, things are finally starting to turn around. The IKEA furniture is built (which isn’t a fun job), my window AC’s are hooked up, and I have a showerhead! Wow! How exciting! I come home from a long day at work and I’m eager to make some dinner and just relax. I have the AC in my living room on low, I have a pizza half way done in the oven, and the TV is on to Brian Williams. Ahh…how nice is this.
“BEEP!”
The power goes off.
I don’t have a flashlight or candles. My phone is almost dead and I have no idea what I’m going to do. It’s still in the 90’s outside and its 8pm at night. I pack up a little overnight bag and call up my neighbor down the road.
I lock my door with the pizza still in the oven and my stomach growling. Cool.
WEEK THREE: YAY! Blinds! But my shower doesn’t drain so I take showers in my crocks. How stupid.
WEEK FOUR: Curtains hung! Tub fixed!
July 2011:
Okay, so I have survived my first month. My apartment is starting to feel like home, pictures on the walls and curtains are hanging. My parents have come to visit for the Fourth of July holiday weekend and I was so fired up! I took them to the Eastern Markets for a nice walk and some shopping. We arrived at my place for a little rest before we continued our sightseeing from the day before until…
“Mom, I can’t find my cell phone?” My little sister Molly says as we are starting to leave.
We search my apartment and all our pockets and have no idea where it is. We are constantly calling it but we realize that it’s gone. We start walking towards Eastern Markets to see if she dropped on the way back. No luck. Needless to say, my little sister is beyond upset.
July 5th:
“BEEP!”
Power goes off…again.
I ended up sitting on the curb outside my apartment for about 3 hours till the electricity company could to a temporary fix. I call my boyfriend in tears.
I’m way over this.
July 7th:
After my parents left to go home, I started noticing that I was having a lot of toilet issues. I just had my toilet and tub fixed in June because it wasn’t draining properly. I called up my landlord to schedule a plumber to look at the issue. I get a call from my landlord the day the plumber showed up:
“Ms. Kvalsten the plumber is at your apartment and they can’t figure out what wrong with your toilet. Kirsten, we NEED to know what you put down there?”
At this point, I’m pissed because I’m 22 years old and I don’t stuff things down my toilet.
“Well, you’re not going to find anything down there but the obvious.”
“Okay then. If it’s our problem, we pay for it. But the plumber is going to have to crack open your toilet to see what you put down there. If he finds something, you pay.” Says my landlord.
“Fine.” Phone called ended.
I’m sitting at my desk at work just steaming after my phone call. I’m so upset because every week there is something new with my apartment and I’m tired of it. My phone rings.
“Ms. Kvalsten, we found a pink cell phone. We will send you the bill.”
Oh Molly… looks like she needs to break into her college fund early.
July 12th: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
My boyfriend is coming to visit me and I couldn’t’ be more excited! I have missed him so much and I can’t wait to show him DC! I’m at work while he is sending me updates:
- I’m at the gate
- I’m delayed, but still should make my connecting flight
What do you know! There is a bad thunderstorm in Atlanta and that’s what’s keeping the flight in MSP to take off. Great. Why is this happening again!? I’m sitting at my computer at work constantly checking updates on the Atlanta Airport and checking other flights leaving from DCA from Atlanta. It isn’t looking good. Its 10pm, I’m sitting slash pacing the living room of my apartment waiting for an update. I sent him a text with the last plane leaving ATL for DCA and instructions on which gate to run too. I get a call saying, “I watched the plane leave the gate.”
He ended up spending the night in the ATL airport and catching the 7:15 AM flight to DCA. I sat in near the baggage claim with cramps in my stomach and a huge smile on my face. My legs were shaking and I thought I was going to explode. When I saw him walking (fast) towards me, my heart fluttered and tears filled my eyes. He is well worth the wait. I will never forget how tight he hugged me. I never wanted to let go…
Aug: 5th:
Okay I have survived two months. I love my new job and starting to really get the hang of this new life. My apartment is starting to cooperate and I haven’t had any electrical issues for a month now. I met all my neighbors and I have a routine now.
I’m sitting on my new recliner that finally arrived after 3 weeks of waiting to get it delivered… but that’s another story.
It’s a Friday night and I have decided to say in and hangout for the night. Just a nice night of hanging out on the couch and enjoying a good movie. Then something happened that I have actually been anticipating:
A MOUSE RUNS ACROSS MY LIVING ROOM FLOOR!
I jump up about ten feet and somehow land on the back of my couch. I crawl very slowly over to my end table and snatch up my cell phone. I pause, look both ways, and then slowly steep down into the corner of my couch. I call my neighbor in frenzy and he gives out a little laugh. “I’ll be right over.”
I call my mother. I call my boyfriend. My neighbor is still not here and I have no idea what I’m going to do! He shows up after what seems like hours and we try to find the little mouse. No luck. That entire night I kept seeing it run here and then run over there. Great. This little mouse the size of a small beer pong ball is freaking me out!
I wake the next morning and slowly creep around my apartment. I don’t’ see anything. There is a little sticky mouse pad catcher outside my door left by my neighbor and I put it out. I see the mouse run up to it, stop in its tracks, and then run around it. Smart guy.
A friend of mine picks me up for day of shopping and I leave my apartment hoping to return to a caught mouse.
It was my lucky day! I get home that evening to find the little mouse stuff in the sticky stuff! YAY! VICTORY! …wait…now I feel bad. The poor mouse is only a baby! It has a family and I just caught it. My neighbor picks it up for me and we throw it away. I feel bad but at the same time, I don’t want to live with mice. I set up some more sticky trays around my apartment, just in case the mommy and daddy come to look for its baby. Boy do I hope they don’t come!
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