Location: Watershed Heights basement, on a shelf
Temperature: 23° Celsius
Humidity: 84%
I hate engineers.
Time: 6:23 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Whatever total nitwit designed this structure deserves to be forcibly removed from practice, then chopped into small pieces with a spade and fed to someone's cat. Slowly.
Time: 6:24 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Damn engineering. It takes a complete incompetent to design a set of stairs that will behave exactly like a waterfall when it inevitably rains, and then...wait for it...not think to weatherstrip the door. I hold two doctorates in botany and plant biology. I know nothing about building structure, but even I would have thought to deal with that small detail.
There are three inches of feculent water swimming around my basement.
Time: 6:25 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Where are my boots? I'm going to get toxoplasmosis and die. All the bird crap in this water looks decidedly unhealthy. Where's my dust mask?
Time: 6:30 am
Location: On the steps, outside the basement door
Temperature: 20° Celsius
Humidity: 100%
I had to find my rain bonnet, too. It's coming down in buckets outside, but I've managed to slog my way over to the door and force it open against the torrent of filth coming down my stairs.
On the other hand, the waste that has dissolved into this water should be quite nitrogen-rich. Perhaps I should collect some to feed the kids.
Time: 6:31 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
The absolute nerve of some people! Here I am, existing quite unobtrusively in the basement, and some stupid human feels the need to come around and tape things to my door! It's a note:
Dear Mold Man,
i gpt lots of mold and such you may like come take a looksy at my sweet trailer in the abandon lot.
Time: 6:32 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I hate people.
Time: 6:50 am
Location: Trailer near the Garage
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Taped this to the interrupter's door.
My Dear...Sir,
Allow me to begin by saying that if you wish to initiate relations with your fellow human beings, it may help to begin by correctly classifying their gender. As I am most emphatically NOT of the male persuasion, may I suggest a visit to the optometrist? Or perhaps a repeat of kindergarten (They do still teach that sort of thing in kindergarten, right?). Either way, your sex identification skills want improving.
As to your...kind...invitation to visit your "sweet trailer," I shall be only too happy to decline. What you choose to do with your mold is your own damn problem.
Yours sincerely, Marjorie Wilkins.
P.S. The next time you feel the need to interrupt other's lives, do find someone else's door to accost. The children do not deal with stress gracefully.Time: 7:00 am
Location: Outside Nuts 'n Bolts Hardware
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Item #38 on Majorie Wilkins's List of Reasons Nuts 'n Bolts Hardware is Completely Inadequate: Unreasonable hours. Any decent hardware store should be open from 6:00 am to 9:00 pm, at minimum. Early morning emergencies, such as the necessity of weatherstripping or 5 gallon buckets, do not wait until 9:00 am Monday thru Friday, or 10:30 am on Saturday and Sunday.
Time: 7:30 am
Location: Steps into Watershed Heights main entrance
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There's absolutely gigantic crowd of people near the fountain in the traffic circle. Apparently, someone has gone and gotten themselves hit by a bus. I don't see what all the fuss is about - if he was unable to get out of the bus's path, he doesn't deserve to be in the gene pool any longer. Darwin at work, plain and simple.
About time, too. If the people in this town keep reproducing, they'll outnumber the pigeons that seem to have converged here in less than a year.
Time: 7:32 am
Location: Watershed Heights lobby
Temperature: 21° Celsius
Humidity: 30%
The devil take the man who invented elevators. No self-respecting person should be forced into using a tiny box on a string as a feasible form of transportation. I'm not old enough for this! Damn rheumatism.
Time: 7:32 am
Location: In the twice-cursed Watershed Heights elevator
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Hmmm. This is interesting. Rather than going down, as I requested, the elevator seems to have decided to go up. This will be an adventure...
Time: 7:35 am
Location: Still in the dratted elevator
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Now the dratted thing has stopped. I shall be stuck in here forever and starve to death.
Time: 7:36 am
Location: I hate this elevator
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I AM SAVED! The doors are opening!
Time: 7:37 am
Location: Elevator. Still.
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Oh. Perhaps not the best time to get off. The landlady, a pretentious Italian girl, seems to be having some sort of confrontation with the teacherish-looking woman who helped me carry the wood into my basement yesterday.
"The crack in my ceiling is still there, and the rain has made it leak. Heavily. I put in a request a month ago..." the woman says. She's standing directly in the middle of the hall, like the landlady's been trying to sneak past.
"We're getting right on it," the landlady snaps. Then, cringing back against the wall, "Now, please, I've got to get back to work."
"Is there a time I can expect it handled by?" the woman asks the landlady's retreating back. She gets no answer
Time: 7:38 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Now the landlady's heading toward the elevator. I refuse to share the same box with someone so unapologetically rude. Building problems are everyone's concern. I brush past her as she gets on, making sure that I knock her with my elbow. Hard.
Time: 7:39 am
Location: Watershed Heights hallway, somewhere above the lobby
Temperature and Humidity: Same
The landlady's behavior is so unsettling that I feel the need to say something to the woman with the leaky ceiling. But how does one start a conversation with someone who isn't a sniveling undergrad?
Time: 7:40 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
She's turning to leave!
"Marjorie!" I blurt. Stupid, stupid way to start a conversation. Damn social skills. But at least she's stopped trying to leave. "I'm Marjorie," I manage to squeak out, "I was in the elevator and I saw what happened. If you need planters, or buckets, come to the basement and ask."
She looks confused, so I repeat myself. She can't be this dense; she spoke coherently earlier...
"The basement. I live there." Oh! She must be confused about the planters. I didn't give any context. Stupid. "Oh. The planters. They're for the leak, if you need something to catch the water."
Time: 7:41 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
What was I thinking? I can't do this; she's still looking at me like I'm insane. I run for the elevators.
Time: 7:42 am
Location: Elevator door, same hall
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Well, shuffle quickly for the elevators. I don't really run anymore, it's beneath me.
Time: 7:43 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Come on, come on, come on....I've pushed the elevator button at least 40 times by now, but it's not helping. She's still standing there, looking at me. I NEED to get away.
Time: 7:45 am
Location: In the elevator, at last
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm so happy to be out of that hallway that the elevator seems a welcome relief. It does seem to have decided to go up again, despite my mechanically transmitted instructions. Next time, I'm pushing the 'up' button. Maybe then I'll get where I'm supposed to be going...
Time: 7:53 am
Location: Watershed Heights roof
Temperature: 20° Celsius
Humidity: 100%
Oh.
Time: 7:57 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm getting soaked, and I don't even care. There's a garden on the roof.
