Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

This morning I was simply attempting to exit my apartment, when I opened the door and was greeted by a giant pile of construction flotsam and jetsam, sitting on our doormat, quite literally blocking my way.

I did what you would expect me to do it the face of such adversity. I yelled,

“What the hell?!?!”

and began moving some of it out of my way so I could just sidle around it, freakin’ leave and go to work. Is that really so much to ask?

Vin Diesel (as my roommates refer to the construction worker for his similar appearance) came barreling around the corner, apologizing profusely, looking very upset, claiming that “this will all be outta here in just one second”, and moved some stuff for me so I could get by.

I have to say, getting to righteously yell at someone first thing in the morning made me feel a little less powerless in this whole getting-fucked-by-my-landlord scheme of things.

I can't wait for the day when I can leave my apartment and get all the way to the street without having to move carefully around raw materials and say “excuse me” and back against the wall for the 15 men carrying bulky objects up the stairs.

Someday. Not today.