Rant of the day: Post traumatic stress disorder and the divas at the Salvation Army
I think I have some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from working at a law firm for the past three years, because despite the fact that I no longer have a blackberry, I could swear I hear something buzzing, beckoning me to stop what I’m doing in order to attend to some client’s needs. I hope this stops soon because it is ruining what is otherwise promising to be a great time.
In other news… for some reason I’m busier being unemployed for the last few days than I was when I was employed. Well — that’s not exactly true. I am busier being unemployed for the last few days than when I was employed over the last two months. And my days are actually spent getting my life in order.
My latest project is cleaning my tiny four room apartment which seems to have eaten half of the garbage dumps of Staten Island. This is the before shot of my living room, which sadly resembles (but now that I look at it again, looks worse than) the art installation done by the Roger Smith Galleries in midtown which is supposed to be a replica of an apartment after Hurricane Katrina:
The disaster zone.
Listen Mom. I don’t want to hear it. I spent the last three years living in my office space (as evidenced by the five boxes, yes FIVE boxes of stuff shipped to my house on Friday afternoon). I apparently didn’t have time to even supervise my cleaning lady. Who, by the way, is fired.
Anyway. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I’m doing a fullscale cleaning of the place. And as my mother’s daughter, everything that hasn’t been used in 6 months must go immediately. I’m surprised I haven’t mixed together bleach and ammonia like my mother did on Mother’s Day in 1996, thus sending myself to the hospital.
That leads me to my rant of the day. So obviously since I have been cleaning house (literally) I already have about six black garbage bags of just sheets and shoes to give away, and a color T.V. (just please don’t ask). So obviously I do the right thing and call the Salvation Army. Well, well, well. The DIVAS over there tell me that it will be at least June 26th until they can come and get the donations, and to add insult to injury, they won’t pick up anything that is on the fourth floor or higher. Since I live on the fourth floor of a walk-up, they tell me that I can either bring the items to the Salvation Army service center myself, or I can bring the items down to them on the third floor. They won’t even make the exception to walk the extra floor. Um, what?! Is this not a prime example of looking a gift horse in the mouth?! I have premium crap I want to give you and you’re just like, yeah, no, thorry.
Well, well, well, DIVAS. You missed out on some pretty sweet BCBG pumps, and a pretty awesome combination TV/VCR from 1999, let me just tell you. If anyone is looking for them they will be over at the Goodwill on the UES.
Check for updates on my apartment progress. Also, tomorrow I will be posting my first free/cheap/reasonably inexpensive recommendation! Stay tuned.
