We share a hallway, which gets narrower by the day because a new stack or pile of crap gets added right outside her door. The hallway is a public space and I don't like that I have to turn sideways to get into my own door. I'd like to say to my neighbor "you are a selfish whore and need to clean up your shiz. If it doesn't fit in your apartment, guess you need a storage unit or a dump run, jerk." Every time (ok, twice) I knock on her door to discuss her crap-pile, she doesn't answer. Maybe leaving a note is a good start to the dialogue, but I'm worried that my desire to use a giant black crayon to draw stick figures exhibiting my frustration at tripping over her stacks of empty plastic crates and scuffed leather pump collection will make her think I'm a serial killer.
Speaking of my new apartment - I have no gas service. In order to get Southern Connecticut Gas to turn on service, one has to sit there for 5 hours at some point between 8:30-4:30 M-F. I like to think that I'm winning this battle by just buying space heaters and a toaster oven + microwave so that I don't need to use the gas hook-ups in the unit, but I think they probably still have all of the power. Dealing with any utility company will never cease to make you feel small, insignificant, under-appreciated and helpless. Sure you can argue with the customer service specialists who answer the phone after you sat on hold for 2 hours, but that does nothing except add to the list of things that went wrong during the day for 2 individuals: you and the operator who took your call.
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