Foul Mood.
You could smell my mood last night coming from a mile away and it wasn't pretty. In fact, I owe an apology and kudos to Steve, Sam, Caleb, Sneeden, and Kevin for putting up with me last night during dinner. It was that bad.
I had a relatively good day. First day of graduate school classes part deux went really well and I am excited about the course topics this fall: Interventions, Cross-Cultural Counseling, and Ecology.
It wasn't until after class that I came out to my car to find a note scribbled on a piece of looseleaf paper and taped to the window. It said, "I think I scratched the left rear end of your car. Im very sorry. My name is ____ ____ and my phone number is ________." Is this a joke I thought to myself? I looked around back and sure enough, the rear left bumper has two deep scratches/dents in it and the left side panels leading from the gas thing to the tail light is scratched and a bit dented. Marvelous. I applaud young undergraduate for having the decency to leave a note. He didn't have to so to his parents who raised him right, thank you. However, still doesn't change the fact that now I have to find time this week to go get a couple estimates and figure out when I can be carless or also find time to go rent a car. And it was one year ago this month that another bright undergrad slammed into my car while we were STOPPED sending me into the car in front of me and causing my car to be in the shop for a month. My poor Yota. He has probably been hit once a year since I've had him (give or take) and each time, I can just feel the value declining.
After dealing with that hot mess, I looked through the mail excited to see my security deposit had been returned to me. I opened it up expecting to see $325 and instead, found $280 with a note stating $25 had been deducted for a key debacle that didn't have anything to do with me and $20 for a plumber visit sometime in the early summer to fix my roommate's broken toilet. Excuse me? Fine you might be saying, it's only $45. No big deal. Move on. But for me, it was less about the money and more about the fact that our landlords gave the industry a bad name this entire past year, are seriously in need of taking an Interpersonal Communication class, and needed to know it's not ok to treat people the way they treated us. So I made a phone call. And I raged. The inner beast within came out and I found myself politely informing our dear landlord that he and his father should find a new line of work. His reply, "We are not perfect human beings. Just like everyone else, we are imperfect and we are learning more and more as we go on." Touching eh? I'm all about being a life-long learner. But I'm not about me serving as the teacher. That's like you taking your money to an investor, the investor making a terrible decision and losing all your money and all he can say is, "I'm not perfect."
Grrrrrr.
So I wake up today trying to supress my frustrations to acknowledge that life goes on, things happen, and in the end, all you can control is how you handle the situation. So I'm on a quest to reframe. Young undergrad left me a note and I'll lug my textbooks with me and do some reading while they estimate the repairs. It's just a car. Imperfect landlord is no longer my landlord and I'll never have to rent from him again. And well, today is Tuesday. Flipping Out on Bravo premieres tonight. Things are looking up.
Cheers.
I had a relatively good day. First day of graduate school classes part deux went really well and I am excited about the course topics this fall: Interventions, Cross-Cultural Counseling, and Ecology.
It wasn't until after class that I came out to my car to find a note scribbled on a piece of looseleaf paper and taped to the window. It said, "I think I scratched the left rear end of your car. Im very sorry. My name is ____ ____ and my phone number is ________." Is this a joke I thought to myself? I looked around back and sure enough, the rear left bumper has two deep scratches/dents in it and the left side panels leading from the gas thing to the tail light is scratched and a bit dented. Marvelous. I applaud young undergraduate for having the decency to leave a note. He didn't have to so to his parents who raised him right, thank you. However, still doesn't change the fact that now I have to find time this week to go get a couple estimates and figure out when I can be carless or also find time to go rent a car. And it was one year ago this month that another bright undergrad slammed into my car while we were STOPPED sending me into the car in front of me and causing my car to be in the shop for a month. My poor Yota. He has probably been hit once a year since I've had him (give or take) and each time, I can just feel the value declining.
After dealing with that hot mess, I looked through the mail excited to see my security deposit had been returned to me. I opened it up expecting to see $325 and instead, found $280 with a note stating $25 had been deducted for a key debacle that didn't have anything to do with me and $20 for a plumber visit sometime in the early summer to fix my roommate's broken toilet. Excuse me? Fine you might be saying, it's only $45. No big deal. Move on. But for me, it was less about the money and more about the fact that our landlords gave the industry a bad name this entire past year, are seriously in need of taking an Interpersonal Communication class, and needed to know it's not ok to treat people the way they treated us. So I made a phone call. And I raged. The inner beast within came out and I found myself politely informing our dear landlord that he and his father should find a new line of work. His reply, "We are not perfect human beings. Just like everyone else, we are imperfect and we are learning more and more as we go on." Touching eh? I'm all about being a life-long learner. But I'm not about me serving as the teacher. That's like you taking your money to an investor, the investor making a terrible decision and losing all your money and all he can say is, "I'm not perfect."
Grrrrrr.
So I wake up today trying to supress my frustrations to acknowledge that life goes on, things happen, and in the end, all you can control is how you handle the situation. So I'm on a quest to reframe. Young undergrad left me a note and I'll lug my textbooks with me and do some reading while they estimate the repairs. It's just a car. Imperfect landlord is no longer my landlord and I'll never have to rent from him again. And well, today is Tuesday. Flipping Out on Bravo premieres tonight. Things are looking up.
Cheers.
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