I got denied for the apartment.

Apparently, my credit report has two accounts on it that are in collections. Interesting. Also, this “Tenant/Landlord Activity” from SafeRent. Interesting.

SafeRent needs to be called, so that I can find out a)the landlord that put this entry on my record, and hopefully b)what exactly that activity means. If they’re a typical credit/behavior reporting company, they will tell me who the landlord is and say that I have to take it up with them.

Also, I need a copy of my credit report. I already have a coupon for a free one, and the apartment complex has been nice enough to send me a coupon for a free credit report as well. Before and after are taken care of.

What this means to me is this: I will most likely not move out to A2/Ypsi until my 90 days are in. This jives nicely with what my Dad suggested, so I will not be overextending my welcome in the T-W-P. It also means that I will have time to save up a nice buffer of cash.

It may even mean that I will be able to go to ICC. I’m thinking of taking a train both ways and getting one of the cheapass hotel rooms that are left.

My determination is set and my path is clear. My foundation is strong, therefore I will succeed.

Well, I was supposed to have a meeting with my team, but it would have taken too many people off of the phones. Whoops.

I’m all full and happy now… that leftover Chili’s burger hit the spot much better than the Pizza Hut buffet did yesterday. That one had repercussions that did not make me happy. Needless to say, I won’t be going back there again any time soon.

I think I’m just going to bring Blurr in to work. No need to spend money yet. At least not until I find out that I got my apartment. ;)

I took some photos of the shattered crystal yesterday. I’m hoping that they reflect the flash in some cool ways. I’m going to have to check out my version of iPhoto, to see if it can create an online photo album. I remember Photoshop doing it, but I’m not sure that I want to appropriate Photoshop all over again.

Life is pretty good. I get to see tonight. I get to pretend to be insane for a few hours. I get to have Ming Dynasty chinese food. YUM!

I just dropped my watch on the basement floor. I could only watch it fall. The face is so heavy that it hit first. The glass spider-cracked like a windshield. It seems to go all the way through.

It feels like I’ve just performed some kind of ritual sacrifice.

Wow. Shocked and empty.

Organization and writing letters are good ways for me to bring calm. Yesterday, I got a new (old) register for my checkbook, as I’d filled the last one up. I updated the new one and balanced the checkbook, which always makes me feel good. Then, I put away the gargantuan amount of laundry that I’d done just before the weekend. Hung up clothes, folded them, put them away in drawers. After that, I went through a lot of my mail. I tossed the trash, and took stock of my bill situation. My bill situation is actually good. That was a good feeling, for sure.

Then I started a letter to . I finished it this morning, so it should go out in the mail today or tomorrow. I should really find the outgoing mail here in the office. Anyway, starting the letter and watching West Wing finished my calm, and I ended up getting a pretty good night’s sleep.

I can’t even shower for 15 minutes before the water heater craps out on me. Argh. At least I was able to sleep in for about a half an hour, as my Dad is out of town on a business trip. 10:30 to 5:30. I’m so old. :)

I think I’m going to pick that Jyhad vs. McWorld book up again, as I can only refresh my friends page so often before I go nutty.

Still no voice mail from the apartment complex. If they don’t make an effort to give me a call, I’m calling them as soon as I get off of work.

So far, my day’s been pretty good. Mancino’s for lunch. Lots of joking around with cow-orkers. Looks like we’re getting ready to move into the pods downstairs. I can’t wait.

Tonight’s a Luna night, but I think I’m going to go to bed at a reasonable hour.

Oh, my schedule’s been updated. Soon, I’ll be on 9 AM to 6 PM, with my days off on Wednesday and Thursday. Club nights are going to be easy for me in the future. :)

I have a plan, if DTN tries to badmouth me to Schooner Cove. I’m going to call DTN and do what my Dad does. I’m going to demand what I deserve. I’m NOT going to put up with paying for something that I didn’t do.

I’ve honestly been stewing over this since yesterday, when I found out that my application had been initially declined. It’s not healthy to let this frustration and anger bubble like it is. I’m going to try to get it out through writing, once I get home. I’m also going to try to get it out through organization and such. I dunno.

I’m torn between the desire to whine for hours and the desire to punch a hole in the wall. How very angsty of me.