My apartment is cold. I thought I was just being a little whiny until I went and bought a thermometer that records the highest and lowest temperatures—I discovered that according to the Municipal Code of Chicago, my place was at least 10 degrees colder than the minimum requirements in the code. My water was about 20-30 degrees colder than the minimums.
I prorated my rent by one day and sent my leasing office letters telling them I’d withhold rent every day the problems were not fixed (allowed by my lease). They insisted there WAS no problem, I was just unhappy. So instead of doing anything to fix what was wrong, they’re giving me a new apartment within the building instead.
It’s 10th floor with a view of the lake, larger than my place is now, and worth $300 a month more than my place—but they’re not increasing the rent until the lease is up. The day I signed my lease, I found that the building engineer had tried moving into my place before he found out it had been rented to me. I have a suspicion he was relaxed on the service requests until I moved out so he could have the place and THEN fix it, but I have no proof of this. At least I’m getting a better place; and who knows, maybe in a year I can afford and extra $300 for rent.
When I moved up here, I was hoping for a place I could stay for years. Now I’m moving twice in the first seven months. The good news is I’ve been so busy at work I haven’t had time to unpack a single box in the month I’ve lived here, so the move should be easy.
The gig at Harry Caray’s didn’t work out, either. They tried to make me a bouncer instead of a bartender, so I told them it wasn’t worth my time. If I’m bouncing, I may as well stay at Bernie’s. The guy who runs Harry Caray’s told me another place they own, The Gin Mill, may have a spot for me next week. Hopefully I’ll know something soon—having only one job isn’t enough these days.
My arm hurt enough to go to the hospital on Monday. No break, but a possible infection led to a Keflex prescription. They gave me a painkiller prescription as well, but the OTC ibuprofen I’ve been sucking down keeps it quiet. I bounced Friday and Saturday without anything really interesting happening.
There’s more to say, but now isn’t the time to say it. That’s too bad, because it’s REALLY worth saying.
Until later.
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