Yesterday was an annoying, yet fruitful day. Let me first explain my intense distaste for the man with whom we must deal for our apartment.

His name is Greg. He's the type of man that when you scan a party scene or even the subway, you don't notice at all. If you do notice him, you laugh at him. He keeps it in check, but if he didn't, he'd develop white pools of saliva around the corner of his mouth as he talks. He is the epitome of unprofessional, as all he does is play with his tie... He's like a four year old at a wedding. When he sits down, the back of his shirt comes untucked, and he never ever fixes it. He's short, he's fat, and we're stuck with him.

We've been having trouble with him a lot lately. On Tuesday or Wednesday of last week, I faxed an application over the Harbor Point Apartments. I never heard from them, so on Friday, I called to see if there was anything left to do, if it was recieved, if anything was missing, etc. So, called and left a message with the secretary, as Greg had just stepped out.

Monday, as I'm in the shower, my phone rings. It turns out that he was missing the first page of the application, which wasn't included in the packet that I'd recieved.. so, it wasn't anyone's fault. Aunty Chrissy was the cosigner for that application, but she's out of the country until the 8th and hates me for some reason. I asked if I could switch cosigners, and he said that it was fine.

So, we pile in the car and drive to Boston. We meander through the city, and finally get to the housing complex. We park, and then we go inside. We ask to see Greg, and the secretary goes into his office. He comes out, as if he'd just woken up and fallen out of his chair with a packet of papers in his hand. He gives them to me, and tries to explain what is missing in the old application. Honestly, at this point, I couldn't have given a shit.

Now, we're off to the cape. Several attempts to call Grandma before have failed. We finally connect, and I ask if she'd cosign. She said that she would, but not before grilling us with questions. So, we drive down to her work. She calls us into her bosses office, and she has us sit down. She looks over the application, and asks us a what seemed like a million questions. Then, she does the most miraculous thing. She summons all the powers of the corporation, and completes the packet... even the notorization.

By this time, it's 5pm, and good ol' HP closes at 6. So, I call Greg. I tell him that we're going to be skidding in sideways at 6pm. He said to me, and I quote "Oh, well if there is no one here, you can just drop it in the slot and we'll deal with it tomorrow." I wanted to reach through the phone, and rip out his testicles through his anus. Although we've told him that we live a long way away, and that he knows all of our current addresses, we can drive right on back tomorrow.

So, we stop and get something to eat, because he was probably planning to sneak out of there at five of anyways. And, there was an accident on route three, so we wouldn't have made it. We eventually drop it in the slot.

The next day... yesterday... I call for him at 10:32, two minutes after they open. I was informed that Greg wasn't coming in until 11. I left my name and my phone number for him to call me. In typical Greg fashion, he didn't. I called back at 11:13, and was told that he was just stepping out the show an apartment. She asked if it could wait, and I told her that it was kind of important. She took down my name and number again, and said that he'd call me back in a couple of minutes.

So, we all pile in the car again and we drive all the way down there. We pull into Harbor Point, and get out of the car. Greg and Googly-eyed man were just stepping out to get some lunch. Well, It just so happens that he sees me, and runs back inside. We go into the office, and the secretary, who knows me by now, asks if we're looking for Greg. Indeed, we were looking for Greg, and she brings us into his office. He said that he was sorry for not getting back to me sooner, but it's been really busy. [Which I doubt.]




Pause. I'm really hungry... I'll finish this later.

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