As if it couldn't get any worse... Last night, at just after midnight, a man jumped off the 22nd floor of my friends' building and the four of us got to witness it. My first time seeing a dead person on the street and I was a bit in shock, to say the least.
When I woke this morning, I took myself to the housing court to file a complaint against my landlord for not holding up his end of the bargain in a court-ordered decision. Unfortunately I needed the physical copy of the court order to file a complaint which I left on my coffee table. In Los Angeles.
That left me a bit frazzled and I went to the gym which made me miss my doctor's appointment (forgot), I missed my meeting up w/ an old friend, and I finally went all the way uptown to file another complaint against my landlord at the NY Dept of Housing as I just found out I have been paying my landlord doub the rent in a rent stabilized apartment for the past 5 years only to find out there was a 4-year statute of limitations. I am a year too late.
NOW I'm finding out that the reason I flew out here - to work the next 2 days on Fire Island - might be for nothing. There's a hurricane a-comin' and they're this close to evacuating Fire Island until Sat. So no work for me. And to think I gave up 2 nights of work in L.A. for this. Not to mention the cost of my flight/travel expenses. I mean...really??
Is this what the bad feeling I had Monday before leaving was about?