Bugger All - Again!
We have to move. Effin' ef ef ef! Again!
We're turning into gypsies. And when I start slinging Jen Jr. over my hip and wearing scarves on my head, I'll start looking like one too
First the foreign service recalls my old landlord, so we get kicked out a month early, a mere days after we were asked if we wanted to renew our lease. Now my current landlord, poor guy, is staring into the eye of the economic hurricane. He's gotta sell this hovel in six months or it gets super ugly for him.
Don't get me wrong. I'm sure there are people out there and around here who are seriously hurting from the recession/near depression. But for the most post part, it feelsl like DC is protected by the veil of big government. I see no shortage of people shopping like mad at the neighborhood Target. So much so that I couldn't find freakin' white lights for our Festivus Tree.
My landlord's an OK guy. Sure he lacks follow through (doesn't look like he's going to fix the sewage problem or replace our washing machine, which he told us he'd do this past weekend), and sure his relationship with his girlfriend is beyond bizarre, but he's a nice guy and for some reason he loves us to death. But he definitely falls into the category of the greedyish guy who lost his shirt because he was off being, well, greedy.
Here's this lawyer that is too busy with work to call a plumber admitting to us that he's thinking of filing chapter 11. In nearly the same breath he's telling us about his new favorite hangout, the Cheestique. For those unfamiliar with the Cheestique, it's exactly what it sounds like it would be.
I've moved a lot in my life. I mean a lot a lot. A quick mental tally adds up to 23 moves in my lifetime. I once moved three times in one summer. But nothing sucks more than moving twice while being with child. The same child. Jen Jr. is well on her way to kicking my moving record's ass.
This time I can't actually carry boxes. Sometimes the laundry is too heavy. So, some of yous guys might get the SOS call. I trust you won't be checking caller ID.
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But for the most post part, it feelsl [sic] like DC is protected by the veil of big government.
Man, I wish I lived in your fantasy world. I go to work every day wondering how much longer I'll have a job and just spent last forty-five minutes consoling a co-worker who was laid off today, but at least I can now sleep soundly knowing DC is so thoroughly protected. I'd give almost anything if somebody was willing to invest in a new "neighborhood" like the one over in Oxon Hill so I'd have something to work on.