The Disappointment Continues

Not intentionally. It was another lab day and I didn’t really do anything new. I made a folic acid solution that resembled apple juice. I was washing dishes and the tech came back with a mask for me. One of the other techs was making a hazardous compound (cyclosporine). So I worked on a few more orders and I went to lunch. I had asked the tech in the morning if I could catch the 3:50 train because I was going to go see a place afterwards. I did a few more things after work, and around 3, she really didn’t have much more for me to do, so I sat at the desk and began reading my books for the week (oops! Not really oops, but I mean, whatever. I don’t like to read). I left around 3:30 so I could go to the bathroom and make the train. I kind of thought I was in the clear because I had not seen/heard the boss all day, but of course I ran into him on the way out. D’oh! But I always have in the back of my mind him saying to make sure I’m getting in my hours.

I took the train into the city and was honestly hungry. So I went to Taco Bell. I always regret it right after but in the moment, it’s bae. The dude that was making the food was asking what I wanted while the guy in front of me was still there. I hate saying my order around people because it’s particular (which can be annoying) and a lot of food. It’s why I’ve started ordering through delivery services; nobody judges your order. Anyway, the dude seemed more concerned with speed than accuracy, so 2 items were wrong. I was just so hungry to go back and complain. So once I was done, I headed to the apartment. The bus was crowded and I was tired having been on my feet all day, but I had to stand. I was concerned I was going to be late because there was a bus reroute, but I made it on time. I get to the apartment and there are a bunch of people outside. I was confused though because the listing said ‘Pl’, but the guy confirmed ‘St’ in a text. Now if you know Pilsen, those are two different streets. So I texted him to double check, but then I realized. All of those other people were also there to see this place. He let like 4 people in at a time...and rightfully so. This place was SO fucking small that the bed was in the ‘living area’. I say that in quotes because it was damn tiny. It had 2 bedrooms and I could not see myself living in something that small. The whole place had to be less than 400 sq ft. Nope, not for me. So I felt like I’d wasted my time. Again. Apartment hunting is so fucking hard when you don’t have the time to actually do it. The first place we loved, I found. I had the time to research, contact people, and go see places. Being at site full time then working on weekends is making this very difficult for me. 

While I was waiting for the bus, I decided to try and call the rental company for the fail that had happened on Saturday. The dude basically told me he would have to charge me a cancellation fee that was $25, so I would only be getting $2 back. Fuck that. I’ll be calling back. I feel as though with age, I have become more pissy. That’s probably not the right word. If something doesn’t go right, I complain. Allllll theeeee timeeeee. My mom called me crotchety. Maybe that’s the right word? Not sure. All I know is I was annoyed as fuck. Then the ride home seemed long, but I made it. Then went to bed. Another day in paradise.