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.