Inspection

So I leave for work Saturday night to find a posting in the clip outside my apartment door that the complex uses to place announcements. This particular paper declared that there would be random inspections of the various apartments in the complex at the request of a lender. Maybe the place is being sold or something, I don’t know. Regardless, this inspection period is going to go on for days, all when it is my sleep-time. Well, all I have to say is that I am not going to be getting up just so some smeg head can nose around my stuff. They can pound and scream through the door-crack (they can unlock the door, but the latch will be set).

I may put a note on the door saying I’m sleeping and to go away, but I figure that wouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter last time I went through one of these back in Colorado Springs. There, I woke up to find some bozo with a clipboard escorted by a worker from the complex coming into my room despite the note I had on the door (no latch there). The complex worker apologized but the clipboard bozo said nothing as he took notes.

It is at times like this that I wish I could go by such a bozo’s place and wake them up around 02:00 in the morning for an inspection, just to see how they like it.

I can hear my mom saying, “Well, if you had your own house ANB, you wouldn’t have to put up with this kind of thing.” Well, Lord willing, I get converted to a regular employee by 2nd quarter and then I could buy.