I put my foot down.

So I was at Walmart getting a microwave and a radio when I stumbled across the garbage can section. Well, garbage cans are always interesting and I took a look at some of this years new sleek models. As I admired Walmart's diversified selection I found a heavy duty monster that had two foot lever, pedal, things. Two? Like, for both my feet? The logistics of that boggles my mind. Anyway, on to the meat and potatoes. Why was I buying a microwave you obviously asked with the characteristic curiousity of you. Well, I have moved into a new apartment, that is why. Not just a new apartment, but the company office, which is still in the process of being made into an office/apartment, or offpartment, or aparffice. Seeing the opportunity to trim some fat the company (Elite) decided to close down some of the apartments they had rented for we the employees. A month and a half ago. Since that fateful day we just lived in the apartment until someone told us we had to leave, which happened this monday. So we packed up and cam on over to the office.

Pro: I get my own room.
Con: The view is ugly.
Pro: I don't have to go anywhere to go to the office.
Con: The neighborhood is pretty ghetto, I used to have a big ole' garden land of relaxation.
Pro: I just got to install my own doorknob, which was fun.
Con: We as of yet do not have a washer, or dryer, or much else that the standard American needs.
Pro: We have a microwave, thanks to yours truly.

So the moral of the story is: I lived in Uruguay for two years, this is easy sauce.

On Tuesday I stepped through a mans roof. I was up in an attic, I lost my balance and my not very heavy self went right through the roof. I cleaned up the mess and told the man of the house I would of course be paying for it. He seemed pretty cool with that but apparently in the inside he was a raging vat of rage. He called the sales rep nine times after I had left, yelling at him about all sorts of things. When I tried to call him he would not answer and I found out later that he refuses to talk to me ever again (we'll give him a few days and see if he cools down). Man, where's the love? It's not like I drilled a hole in his dog. Honestly, people baffle me. All the time.