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I've been crazy busy, but there will be at least 2-3 posts for you to read come September. :)

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My Very Worst Roommate - Posted.

I submitted this entry only a month ago, and it's been posted!

Have a read.

Correction: This happened 7, not 6 years ago.

Done Painting. Forever Random Updates.

I'm done! Woot!

I cancelled my plans to see the Adam Woodall Band play Saturday night at the Harmony Arts Festival in West Van, just so I could get the small turn into a larger project done! Turns out I missed a really great show. :(

I was mad at the way my apartment looked, and the rate I was going as a professional procrastinator, it was going to take all month to get it done. Especially with how thirsty my 2 bedroom doors, 1 bathroom doors, and 4 closet doors were. I used a gallon just on the doors and trim.

3 coats in and I"m not happy with the way things are looking. Back to Rona to get some more paint and to find someone to help me who doesn't obviously hate their job.

I buy a small can of semi gloss white paint from another line after being assisted by a very resourceful girl.  Bought some new brushes and rollers too. Wow. What a difference.

I did 2 two more coats on everything with the new roller, and was completely done the project by mid afternoon Sunday.  Doors back on hinges, hardware all back in place, and some walls washed, paint garbage all thrown out and put away, apartment was vacuumed and floors washed. By 4pm, I was really for my shower. Which funny enough it turned out I was too tired to stand, so I ended up sitting it in.

I must say, the white doors and trim against the yucky beige walls (white originally thought to be off white), doesn't look all that bad.

I do have some touch ups to  do in regards to getting some very minor paint on the carpet and parts of a wall I hadn't intended to paint or was too lazy to tape before I ran a brush over the area.

Otherwise I'd say this was a success.

Now for the bitchy part.
Since the property management refuses to paint my apt in the last 9 yrs and they love to send me bills for repairs which are clearly their responsibility by law... I'm sending them a bill for the painting. 1.5 gallons of paint. $45.00. Tools $35.00, labour - 26 hours. That's right. When you count the hours here and there of taking doors off, tapping, cleaning, painting etc, this is what it comes down too.

Of course I do not expect to see a dime, but I'm sending them a message that I too can bill them for petty things they should have done in the first place without hassle.

If they can try and bill me for the repair guy to install auto-bleeders on my heaters after going without heat for 10 days in -17 weather, then ya, I'm sending them a bill to be a bitch. two way street my friends. They can continue to try and force me out of my 900 sq ft corner unit with views of the river and all the mountains, by making it difficult to be lawful landlords, all they want.  Until I'm ready to move, we're going to continue to have this small ongoing war on our hands.  It's been 9 years, not sure why they think I'll give up. Again, once you've had a shitty landlord in the past, you become a pro at what your rights are, and what the landlords responsibilities are.

Aside from the property management, my apt is a score! The same size apt, with the same view, anywhere else in the lower mainland would cost me the better half of $1500. and up.  I don't pay near that right now.

I'm not a trouble making tenant, I just refuse to be bullied out of my apt so they can gouge the rent up.

For the amount of stuff I've been doing lately, I'm surprised at how much energy I still had. It might have had something to do with the extra strong coffee's I had before hand.

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I got up this morning after some interesting dreams and realized just how much I still have left to do before the roommate moves in. On top of that, how much socializing I have booked. I'm busy 4-5 days of the week (including weekends) and the end of the month, I have a friend from out of town visiting, roommate moving in, and then an Island friend coming for the long weekend.  Wow.

I have 2.5 weeks to get everything 100% done. Cos once the friend arrives, I won't have time to do anything else.  There are going to be some very long days in my future.

I bought the new roommate a box of .35 decibel ear plugs, a 6 pack of beer, a bag of tube socks and some cheap white towels.  Why, you ask? Cos he's asked me if I would be upset if he used my towels when he wanks. hahahah I'm not kidding! He's concerned I'll be mad if he stains my towels. Um ya, I will.

Since he has a sense of humour and I'm a dork, I got him the above items so when he moves in, he'll laugh and we'll start off on a good note.

The earplugs and beer, well that's just something I do for any roommate. I pick them up something small I know they need/want etc. He sleeps with earplugs as do I in the summer with all the doors and windows open, it can get insanely loud. Just the way the noise travels up two blocks from the main road. We're like a vacuum for noise enhancement.  Beer. Well who doesn't like beer?  The cheap towels and tube socks, tongue in cheek humour. :)

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I checked up on LC and her situation after moving back into the house a few weeks ago, since I haven't heard from her. Normally I can feel when she's not well, stressed, just off etc. Since she's moved back into the house with the monster that beat on her, I feel nothing. Not even a heavy pit in my stomach. I don't like that.  I'm giving it a week or two to hear back from her, then I will touch base with those who can see her facebook and see when her last update was. If that doesn't provide the results I'm looking for, I'll take other measures to find out if she's indeed still alive. Calling her family directly.

Maybe things are going smoothly in the house and that's why I'm not feeling anything?

UPDATE:
I got a reply from LC about 30 mins ago. She's okay. She'll also be in town next week. So I put it out there, asking if she would have time for a visit with ME!?

The work wife seems to think she'll make the time, otherwise she wouldn't have told me she'd be in town etc.  This could very well be true.

If she says no, I'm cutting all ties as far as rebuilding our friendship goes.

PAINT IN MY HAIR!

I have paint in my hair.
That is all.

Actually, Ms. Elizabeth Singleton got me on the phone and advised it would come out. YAY! phew.

Oh and btw, she thought I was joking when I said I was painting in my panties. Nope, not joking. My apt is a little warm right now and as "easy" as painting is, you get warm. So painting in my panties it is. No reason to ruin any clothes. ;-)

Off to buy a good brush and paint roller after work. The ones that came in the starter kit, well, even as a novice painter that I am, I can even tell the results will not be as spectacular as I'd like. Yes I rent, but I do not need it looking like a 2yr old painted my stuff. lol

It's 9am, I've been at work since 730am. Is this day over yet?
(noon on Fridays, all year round). And my large vanilla latte/extra shot, is not working.

More painting will ensue today and Sunday, as I hadn't touched what I started since last Saturday. oops. Off to see my favourite local band with friends. Feels like forever since I've seen my N.Van friends and the boys. Chatting with them on facebook isn't quite the same. Must.get.a.car...

What are you up to this weekend?

New Museum. New Position

I applied for a new position at a different museum last week. Much to my pleasant surprise, I got the interview. The position; Digitilazation Assistant, Curatorial Dept.
The museum; The Vancouver Police Museum. 

Unlike the Vancouver Museum, it's not civilly funded. Therefor, they're able to display much more of the quirky side of the cities history. From opium dens in Chinatown, to the building itself the museum is in. It operated as the original morgue til 1980.  There is a room left the way it was when the morgue was in full service. Cool and crazy at the same time.  Displays of historic murders, with the actual murder weapons, and edviance pictures on display. Very cool, in a voyerism way.

The interview went really well. I was prepared as I could be. They had asked repeatedly if I was comfortable working alone. Advising I was, at the very last moment, my gut said to asked if I could see the work space I'd be occupying etc.

Boy, am I glad I did.

I have no problem at all, working alone. However as they took me 3 stories down very narrow stairs with paint from whenever the building was built, peeling off the walls, (horror movie set come to life) we arrive in the basement. Surprisingly well ventilated, and enough light. Though, I started to wonder just how alone I would be working.

I would be isolated. Working 100% alone. There would be no other persons visiting my area, and the fact it was so far away, if anything were to happen, no one would know until they learned the alarm wasn't reset before the nights end.  The building being an old morgue, doesn't bother me. Really, it doesn't. Nor does it bother me that the museum is in the downtown east side. It is solely the isolated working conditions for a minimum 4 hours a week, unpaid.

The curator, archivist and the summer intern who's position I would be filling, interviewed me. All great gals, stylish, and not at all stuffy. Even after working at the NWMA for a year, I still expect people who work in museums to be stuffy, old, and hate their jobs. Twice now I've been proven wrong. Love it.

I have a week to think over the arrangements of the position before I have to give them my answer as to whether or not I'll accept the position. I'm trying to convince myself I could do this, alas, I do not believe I can.

I'll email the curator this week and regretfully inform her I won't be able to take this position at this time etc.  It's unfortunate its not an area or a work load that can be moved to another floor.  The second floor of the building is completely unused due to fire codes etc. If this was set up there, I would take it. At least you can hear people above you then.

I'm a bit sad about it all, as the unique inventory is so vast and exciting. And I won't get to be part of it.

I guess I'll return to the NWMA in November as planned.