Day 141: I’m a Yogurt Fan, a Lost Fan, and a Scathing Letter Writer

Last night went on as planned, although I did eat more (split a turkey/fat free mayo on wheat sandwich with Austin) and I didn’t get to watch Lost (SO tired). Instead I slept – hard – and woke up today almost feeling hungover I was still so tired. Weird! I must be having restless dreams or something. No fun! So yesterday ended at 1,510 calories, 221 carbs, 32 fat grams and 86 protein grams. Here’s what I ate.

In other news, I’m a yogurt eater now! I never have been; my sister was the yogurt eater, but I’ve found that my cereal/breakfast days are lacking and need something. I decided it was yogurt. I picked up Dannon Light & Fit Strawberry yogurt and just love it! I doubt I’ll branch out to other flavors, but know I’ll continue buying this yummy cup of goodness with only 80 calories, 0 fat grams, 16 carbs and 5 protein grams. Not bad! I watched Lost during my lunch and have mucho thoughts.

Lost: More Answers, More Questions

Who is looking for Kate’s kid? (kinda her kid, you know)
Who is that lady at the end? (Ben works for someone?)
Who is after the them all (Sayid, Hurly)?
Wow – Desmond is Back – what’s the deal there?
So Jin died, for definite? (Wow – Sun is so hard now)
So are Anna-Lucia (and Libby) alive, or was that a Hurly dream?
Not a question, but I almost peed in my pants when Hurly threw that Hot Pocket at Ben! Hehe

Wow – SUCH a good episode. That show rarely if ever lets me down.

In other news, my war with my apartment complex rages on (short story: they’ve been doing MAJOR construction on our apartment for almost 2 months now; I called today because I couldn’t work here as the hammering was so bad. I had it out with the property manager here, Leigh Anne, and her boss, Carla, and tried to call her boss, Trish, but left a voicemail). At the end of the day I got a letter on our door from Leigh Anne saying, in summary: “While we value your residency here, you can no longer contact us via phone as you broke a violation in your lease when you used “the F word” and “yelled at me” over the phone. This was “neither courteous nor reasonable.” Thank you in advance for your cooperation.” She supposedly copied her boss, Carla, (who I also spoke to today), as well as legal counsel. I emailed her back the following, and made sure to look up their email addresses and copy them as well (please only read if you are interested in a long, slightly bitchy letter):

Dear Leigh Anne,

I sincerely doubt that you value our residency here. If you did, we wouldn't have had to speak today, nor would I be receiving this letter now. Moreover, if you did you would do the right thing. You wouldn't expect us to pay a full month's rent when we are unable to be at our home between the hours of 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday – Friday – even on holidays, see outside of our windows, use our balcony, etc. However, you do, so please do not lie and say you value our residency.

Speaking of lies, just because you were displeased with my tone of voice does not mean I yelled at you. Yelling implies that I raised my voice, which I did not do during my call with you, or during my call with Carla. You asked about the condition of our home. I'm sorry you didn't like my choice of adjectives being that the paint job looks "shitty" as well as the French door/ply wood situation looking "shitty" and lest me forget about the lovely job they did on our now two-toned ceiling. I did not, as Carla indicated, "go down to the leasing office and use foul language." I told you, over the phone, the condition of our apartment. Nor did I use, as you call it, the "F" word. That is a flat out lie. I understand that you didn't appreciate my phone call, and, let me assure you, I didn't appreciate having a reason to make it. However, that doesn't give you the right to tell lies and I truly do not appreciate it.

Furthermore, I think your use of "courteous and reasonable" is extremely amusing. Do you think it's "reasonable" for us to be woken up at 8 a.m. on a holiday to get sliding doors when we pay for French doors? Do you think it's "reasonable" that I'm not able to work from home in the apartment that I pay for, or spend any time here before 5 p.m. on weekdays? Also, was it courteous of you to not return my phone call this afternoon when I called about the construction? I don't think so. Nor, is it courteous of you now, to lie and say that I "yelled" and "used the F word." These are lies, Leigh Ann. Not that I'd put it past you since you are, in fact, the one who told us the construction would be over weeks ago. And of course, now you "don't know" when it will be done, nor are you willing to compensate us for the days we're unable to be in our apartment without interruptions from your construction.

Per your letter, I fully intend to make all future requests in writing. I document all of our phone conversations as it is, so surely this will just make that process even easier. Thank you for doing nothing to solve our problems here, for being condescending and rude in all of our interactions, and for flat out lying about our phone conversation today. I'm looking forward to never having to speak to you, as I'm sure you are looking forward to never having to speak to me – which is probably why you lied in the first place. Lastly, PLEASE DO NOT send anyone to the apartment tomorrow to do the paint or doors or anything. I formally, in writing, rescind my request. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

Yes, I’m at the end of my rope. We’ve GOT to get OUT of here. OMG – I hate these people. I was in tears at the way they talked to me today (basically telling me to move if I’m unhappy with my situation). Lovely. Are any of you lawyers?! Sigh. I digress.

I’m out now. I’m just upset and I haven’t even eaten dinner, I didn’t work out today, and I’m just stressed out because I’m now behind at work and I’m taking a half day tomorrow (likely not anymore). Today just SUCKED thanks to them. I’m sorry this isn’t a cheerful post but OMG I just can’t believe people and their inability to do the right thing. It makes me sad. I hope you all had much, much better days than me, and that, based on my letter, you don’t think I’m a complete and total bitch now.