Angry

Sigh.  This apartment complex is going to be the death of me.  Seriously, maybe I really do just need  a life smack.  Change the job.  Change the house.  Change the husband?  Okay, not the last one but really I feel like in the past week, the world has smacked the "what are you doing?' questions over my head.  It makes me mad.  There is no other place that we can go and get this rate and I actually like the apartment.  It fits our needs right now.  What doesn't fit is this ridiculousness that my apartment enjoys doing.

Once again we receive another letter stating that they that "The Hamilton Company Maintenance Department Supervisor and an inspector from our bank will be entering apartments at random between 9am-5pm to do an apartment inspections.  If needed these inspections may carry over to the following days."  They were supposed to come last Tuesday so I made sure I was ready and they never came.  Now this?  Really it makes me so mad that I could spit.  Maybe I will when they come in.  Is it illegal to spit at people when they enter your apartment unannounced?  I'll make sure I do it on the bank inspectors shoes.

Sadly, if they take that as a threat then I suppose they could call the cops and I'd have to be bailed out of jail which would make whatever we were saving by living here completely useless.  So now, spitting is out.  I'm tempted to pretend to be naked under a towel and follow too closely near them while they "inspect" the place under the pretense that I was about to take a shower before they entered.  Something tells me that would be far from a healthy response from someone sexually abused in the past.  I could booby trap the place and hang a bucket of water over each of the doors so that when they walk in they have to endure being soaked the rest of the day.   Of course, it would also soak Dave or me if they don't come.  It is almost Halloween I could put a skeleton or a mummy in the bed and have an alarm set to sound a scream every ten minutes.

I won't do any of those unfortunately.  Instead I'll wake up early everyday and make sure I'm dressed before they come and that the apartment is presentable and let them screw me over for the next week.   God, I'm way too good at that.  I think I need to discuss some anger management with my wise woman the next time I see her.