Frustrating things!

We did not get the apartment. We did not get a good reason for the reaction either. Hours before we were to sign the lease the relator called and explained the landlord refused our applications. On a side note this relator fits into a new classification-

C- This guy plays the buddy card. He is younger and tries to assure you he has been in your shoes before. He will explain that that is why its lucky you found him because now he can help you avoid the craziness. He will try and engage you in conversation about whatever typical guys talk about. Girls, drinking, sports, golf, not apartments. He also makes a big show about how busy he is and how many clients he has to help. The "time is money" idea is pounded into your head which is reeling from all the apartments he is showing you in a shotgun fashion. You want to actually like this guy, but your instincts are sending up warning flares. He did pick you up in a black cadillac after all.
We are back to square one in the apartment search. scouring craigs list and praying that we find housing by the end of summer. I remain optimistic.

There is also a pile of laundry in my room that has received several avalanche warnings from the governing body. Frank (the cat) is not allowed near it for fear he should become buried. Why don't you just do the laundry you might ask. There are three logical answers for that. First refer to previous blog about the challenges of laundry in the big city. Two, for a few weeks I just did not have the time to complete the laundry challenge. Three, laundry eventually reaches critical mass. At this point it has grow to a seemingly unmanageable pile. The idea of dragging all this down the street makes me once again certain I need a sherpa or a pack mule. Which brings me to the third frustrating thing of the day...

I am completely out of clean undies. I even wore the few pair that I keep, but don't really like. I will let you use your imagination to devise possible solutions I might be using. Winner gets a good prize!