I moved two weeks ago to my own place, which is great...
for many reasons but a pain in the ass in other ways: when KeySpan came to turn on my gas stove, he couldn't bc it wasn't hooked up or even plugged in, which explained why the clock on the stove wouldn't work. Which might seem to be the obvious thing, but given that I use the stove more for storing pots and pans and occasionally boiling water and if lucky, making a stir fry, how would I know, given that I haven't baked anything at all in 13 years.
So, I've been super busy and have over extended myself lately, it's been now, or today, rather, that I've finally taken all the plastic and tape out of the fridge - it was new, like brand spankin' new - and I am taking the plastic off of the butter tray in the fridge and I find two chicken cutlets in a seal bag. I know they're not mine bc I can't even cook at all, never mind deep fry chicken.
I washed my hands. I was grossed out. I have been eating more meat since I've been in NY but I don't and won't cook it at home and I especially don't like two week old fried chicken in my butter compartment.
I think it was chicken, if it was fish I would have smelled it and if it was meat meat I think I would have noticed that also.
It makes me want to scour the fridge, which I don't have time for, I don't even have time to buy a broom or do laundry but it does make me think of this:
How do my actions effect the next person?
and:
Maybe I should lower my expectations of people and accept the fact that human beings - including myself - are complete idiots and start from there.
Except in the latter case I think a) people should raise their expectations and b) since we have a current culture of complete inept-itude and stupidity - witness our current political situation - I find this unacceptable.
Actually, I agree with my mother. I need a wife and or a personal assistant.
The requirements are:
-tact and diplomacy
-a sense of humor
-computer savvy-ness
-must read books
-you have the sincere joy of making me happy
The salary:
-my cynical, self-depricating, pessimistic sense of humor
-my semi-decent taste in wine, beer, food, coffee, poetry, books, art and such
Salary: negotiable. Requirements: not very negotiable. The computer skills I'm willing to forgoe but would be quite nice. And also, don't leave mysterious food in the fridge.
Afternote: my cat likes the apt, she'd like it even better if I had to time to pet her.