You know, I have started this post about four different times this morning, and each time I hit the delete key. Evidently, I have nothing to say. Nothing of any importance, anyway. It has been quiet in my world recently, boring even. I spent most of the day yesterday alone, just me and the kitties, and I have to tell you it was wonderful. Mark and CrazyDog went visiting in the southern part of our state, and left me here to contend with a couple of beers and a few dvr'd versions of Law and Order, and I couldn't have been happier.
Until the damned fire alarm went off (AGAIN). We have lived in this apartment for six months now, and that is at least the 5th time and maybe the 6th time it has gone off. Yesterday, it was about five-fifteen in the blessed afternoon, and there it went. I am talking about the most ear splitting sound you can imagine...the kind that makes your head hurt and your teeth rattle immediately upon hearing it. The poor kitties went scattering in different directions...and I headed for the wall next to the laundry room...if I pull up a barstool and stand on it, I can place a pillow over the damned thing and make the noise manageable. It goes off in each apartment and each store. In the hallways, it makes a different sound, sort of like the noise you heard in the movies where there was a sea disaster, that OOGA-sort of noise. The lights in each building flash simultaneously with the sound. It is eerie and would be scary if it didn't go off all the time. I'm telling you, if it ever goes off for a real fire, we will all burn to death because NO ONE believes it. That was seventeen minutes of my life I will never get back. That's how long I had to stand there with the pillow placed high up on the wall....while the fire department shows up and figures out it's a false alarm, AGAIN. They arrived in pretty good time, actually - they were here in seven minutes and I could hear their sirens within four minutes...ugh. I love this place I live. I have no issues with anything, other than this damned alarm system, and it's really getting to me.
Today, it's back to the grind of real life, well sort-of, as this week will be all messed up with holidays once again. I have bills to pay and business things to do for my own self and for the ICS. I have to get back to the grind of trying to find a job, but I must admit, I am not all that gung-ho in that department. I am not sure if I am just getting lazy or if it's just a side-effect of looking for so long. I have a couple of interviews scheduled, once again, for this week. Oh the joy of being unemployed...
Happy Monday. :)