Well, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, I'm kind of stuck waiting for a few days. So, why not come back and post a little more? 🙂

Is it gonna be good stuff? 🙂 Haha, of course not!! 😀 But that's OK, it's all minor shit... but maybe worth sharing. 🙂

The Elevator Update

So my morning starting by reading the following email, sent by the building manager for my condo:

This Is (One Of Many Reasons) Why I Won't Miss Seattle

On the surface that email seems fine, right? Maybe even friendly and polite? If this was day 2 or 3, maybe even into the 2nd week, it could arguably be appropriate. But it's not, this is day fucking 25.

"I will send another update out towards the end of the week." 😮 That's in 10 days. 😠 The maximum repair time, according to Seattle's Renter's Rights laws is 10 days. It's been 25 and their next update will be in another 10. I mean, why not? This is all just chill as fucking hell, right?

And look at how fucking casual they are about the fact that the wrong part was ordered. Two weeks ago , when we were told the part was delayed, I emailed asking for the part number of the part that we're waiting on.

Why? Because I have the magic power of google and I can look up inventories like a fucking wizard! I'm genuinely curious what part on a modern elevator in a modern building (<20 years) in one of the largest cities in America is so fucking difficult to obtain that we're stuck for this long. Well, sure enough, two weeks ago, instead of providing me the part number, the Building Manager replied with "elevator parts".

Hahah... I can assure you, I very fucking quickly googled the location of their office. Then... deep breaths..

So, yeah, fast forward another 2 weeks and we get this email above.

It's dumb shit. A single fucking part, on a modern day elevator. I mean, how? How is this is even fucking possible? I can get pair of pants shipped to me direct from China in 5 days for $3.99. But getting someone to step up and own their own shit here is impossible.

This is fucking Seattle. I know it may seem unfair to take a single experience and extrapolate it to an entire city, but that's not what I'm doing. I'm pointing out to you, my dear friends, one of many, many experiences I've had in this city that's so clearly a combination of a cultural celebration of mediocrity and strange pride in self-absorbed apathy.

There's a general shittiness in the people here. And trying to get my landlord, the building manager, or anyone at the management company to care is the very definition of a Sisyphean effort. I'm aware that the West Coast is more laid-back than most of the country, and the PNW is maybe even more-so. But at some point, you're not "laid back", you're just a selfish asshole.

In Seattle, fixing an elevator is akin to landing on the fucking moon.

Anyway, I fired off quite the email reply to the Building Manager and the CEO of the management company as well. Not because I expect anything at this point, but just because I enjoy telling people they're fucking assholes. I also CC'd my landlord as a free lesson on how to be a fucking landlord.

Anyway, so... bitch, bitch, bitching aside... what else is up?

I'm. Never. Leaving.

Yesterday I mentioned that I was likely going to aim for this Friday as my 3rd attempt at moving out. I don't know. I may, I may not...

• First off, my back. I mean, I don't know, I think it's getting better, but it definitely still hurts. I'm wearing the back brace right now actually. If it doesn't get me to a certain point of confidence, then I'm just going to bite the bullet and pay for movers. I mentioned my IKEA furniture didn't justify the cost, and they don't. Saving some furniture isn't worth it, but saving my back is. That said, that does put a slight premium on sitting in place.
• I wanted to be in Michigan around mid-July so that I could find an apartment and get moved in by August first. That would've given me a nice, slow transition before school actually starts in early September. Time to explore the campus and the region. However, I don't need to be in Michigan until late August. Again, that's not the goal... but I am pointing out that I do have a little more time to work with.
• I'm not paying rent here in August. I've made it clear to my landlord that's never, ever going to happen. Things are testy, and I'm sure I'll never see my security deposit again at this point anyway, but if he wants another dime from me he's gonna have to fight me for it. Soooo... that does at least take the pressure of needing to leave by the end of the month. If he has to lose rent because he refused to advocate for his tenant, such is life.

Yes, I definitely want to be out of Seattle as soon as I possibly can. But, maybe it's actually in my best interest to chill out for another week or so and just rest up and not worry.

I don't know.

I'm as ready to leave here as I am ready to move on to what's next. At this point, it's not the elevator, the moving truck or any of that. It's just my back. As soon as I'm healthy enough to move, or in a few more days, when I decide to just get movers, then I'm gone. As soon as I can... but no sooner than when it feels time to push the last push.

So, yeah, I'm frustrated. But there is a silver lining... and that is that I'm frustrated because I'm beyond-antsy to get going. And that's a good sign.

Now, if I can just get the fuck out of here! 😂