Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Today's Latest Installment of DUMB


Having lived at the loft for a little over a month, I found that I'd given that address as my permanent one to quite a few people/businesses. Even so, my mail would only be delivered there half the time, and usually not the half that I wanted. For instance, a letter hand-addressed to me containing a check for all the freelance work I've done for the last few months—Impossible! We can't deliver that! But the phone upgrade notice from T-Mobile that was sent "just for my reference"? Yeah, let's go ahead and make sure that gets to me alright.

But when it's all said and done, I'm just glad my roommate's boyfriend was able to get the last part of his severance pay delivered to the loft after he was fired from Washington Mutual. I'm sure that 60 dollars will really improve his life of not paying rent in a place where he stays up until 2am bullshitting with my roommate at least four nights a week.

Anyway, I've tried to be diligent about notifying everyone about my change of address, but sometimes things slip through the cracks, like the new Futurama DVD (Eric, you rock, I'm sorry). But today I thought, Hey, why don't I alert the postal service to my move, just in case there's an igloo's chance in hell that something important might be rerouted and actually get to me?

So I went to the USPS site to fill out a change of address form. It turns out I can't change my address because I'm an Individual and the loft I was living in is considered a Business. So now I have one more reason to complain about this world being full of Morons.

I also have an even stronger argument that this business-come-living-space had some extremely unique conditions that should have been (but of course were not) laid out specifically before I moved in. I'm quite impressed with myself for putting up with it all for over a month, actually. Ambien helped.



Comments:
Nothing cheers a girl up like glow-in-the-dark felines:

http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2007/12/13/fluorescent-cats-clone.html

PS. When are you next gracing Texas with your presence?

I WANT THOSE CATS.

BTW, is this Crotty or Rehak? I want to know who to thank for giving me another nearly-ungettable item for my ever-growing eccentric wishlist.

You're welcome! This is Rehak, btw.

Remember, poor folks are crazy. Rich folks are eccentric.

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