the usual inconsequential dribble

[floatingleaf]

Okay. The garbage misplacement mystery has been solved.:) It was the plumber - or the general repairs guy - from the rental company that owns my place. How do I know? Because yesterday, when I got back from work, the dripping tap in my kitchen wasn't dripping anymore, and there was some packaging for replacement hydraulic parts in my garbage bin. Now, I had been trying to get a hold of that repair guy for quite some time, but he wasn't answering his phone (probably because he was out doing repairs all the time - it's a huge rental company, owning many buildings all over Chicago, and it seems they only hire one person to take care of maintenance and stuff). So I sent an email to the rental office, explaining the problem and asking if someone could come see to it on a day when I'm not at work (like, for example, the Friday after Thanksgiving - that's how long ago it was). And I never got any response. So I thought I would just have to take a day off when I finally manage to talk to the man and make an appointment with him. It never occurred to me he would just come and let himself in when I'm not here. I know the rental office has the keys, since they have used them once already after I got mine; there was a small hole in the floorboards right in the middle of the room when I first started moving in, and then, when I came back a few days later with the rest of my stuff, I saw that it had been fixed. But I wasn't really living here yet at that point, so it was no big deal. I just can't believe they would do that now, without even letting me know. They do have my email and phone number, after all. Why not at least notify me that someone is going to let himself into my apartment while I'm gone??? Don't get me wrong - I am really glad he fixed that dripping tap, and he didn't make a huge mess, or steal anything, or whatever. But... just the thought that some stranger was here in my absence, ogling my unusual room decor (A/L manips and yaoi prints on the walls!!!... Viggo pictures all over the desk!!!...etc.), makes me a little uneasy. He may not have taken the time to look too closely, but still... it just creeps me out. *shudder* Not to even mention the fact that I was worried about my sanity over that misplaced garbage bag.:P Just leaving me a voicemail would have made all the difference. And what if I had taken a sick day and been home, shuffling around in my nightgown, with messy, unwashed hair etc. Would he still have come in?... (I usually don't answer the door if I'm not expecting visitors, by the way) I don't even want to think about that. *freaks out*

Anyway... time for a change of topic. I made Spicy Aromatic Chicken today - with artichoke hearts, tomatoes and black olives, among other things - and it turned out delicious. I bought ground cloves specifically for this recipe, and I can't get over how absolutely orgasmic they smell... lol. Almost better than cinnamon!... (and that's saying a lot, because I could totally get high on cinnamon...;). I have a nice little collection of fragrant spices in my kitchen cabinet now, and sometimes I just open the containers at random and take a sniff... just for the hell of it.;D I still can't believe I am making all this wonderful food all by myself, eating better than I ever have, AND losing weight. It is a wonder. I am loving it. And yes, cooking takes time. A good few hours per week I would otherwise spend glued to my computer screen, munching on some 'quick'n'easy' high-calorie snacks and growing another set of spare tires around my middle. When you look at it that way, I am doing myself a favor in more ways than one. *nods*

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[oceansecrets2.livejournal.com]

When our cable modem went out, and a tech from Verizon had to come out to replace it, he asked me who the guy was on my desktop. I told him Viggo, and he said oh yeah - that actor guy. (Of course it's a fairly benign desktop of him and his artwork - no naked/slashy bits. Now if he'd hung around long enough for my screen saver to kick in, that might have been another story!)

But I agree, the management company ought to have at least given you a courtesy call to let you know he was coming - or at the very least, slipped a note under your door that he'd been there. I'd have been creeped out too.

[floatingleaf.livejournal.com]

that actor guy

Heh. That, and so much more.:D

And yeah... if they had warned me, I could at least have removed the incriminating evidence.:P