What the hell?

felony vs. complaint

hey, so if i haven't spoken to you in a while, be sure to ask to hear the "Let's Threaten Irene" stories from the camp of the crazed Matt Schr--b-r. Who, should he ever find this via Google in a his vain searching, is a schmuck. Unhygenic, disorganized, pot-smoking, egotistical, unattractive, and with filandering tendency. the dude who is full of himself in the world of broadway and file. the asshole, the one who BLOW DRIES HIS mop of hair. yes, folks. he p ulled one last trick which he wasn't able to action. threating to call the police.

for vandalism. for the equivalent of not picking up dishes on the picnic table. which, had his lazy ass thought for a minute, would have been a simple job with 2 ppl.
1) grab 2 corners while partner does same with table cloth
2) have 1 person hold all 4 corners while
3) other person holds trash bag open

with each and every threatening (yes, he threatened to harrass my place of business, colleagues, parents - elderly i might add, etc., etc.) I finally called 311. who transferred me to the nice folksat 911. who scheduled an appointment for me in midtown on a sunday. such lovely customer service. and the hotties they sent over to meet me were so nice. long story, not that interesting, but definitely worth noting, is that as a tenant i cannot vandalize my own place of residence. and since they're so stupid i have yet to listen to the message left after i put them on notice (to never ever contact me again). i would have liked to have filed 2 formal complaints but i was swamped at work, and leaving for vienna. i could try and swing a visit Friday after work, with the cops as my security blanket. if they changed the locks, that would be a dandy. as it means they evicted me illegally.

now, i'm not sure about you, but having your name in the cop's blotter doesn't seem like a very prudent thing to do....hmph. i just have to shake my head in wonderment. what, did they think robbing me of an entire month's rent was kosher? dopey idiots. i wonder if Fl*r* ever figured out her boyfriend was cheating on her. IN HER OWN BED.

whatever, losers.

This post is mainly for Trisha's benefit. In full color detail I can't wait to tell you the sordid story.

Oh, I'll be back in NYC for work Thursday a.m. The Firm (that what it feels like) purchased a business class ticket to replace my Priceline special. I left Friday after work and enjoyed a very different travel experience. Who knew how the other half lived?

Alright.
Sidenote: I checked out my one and only Audio blog in my Audblog media library and giggled. The same person i was mocking for being dense is the one who hooked me up with the travel arrangements.

posted by irene @ 4/25/2004 09:48:00 AM