I panicked myself into exhaustion yesterday with the looming apartment inspection. I did not know WHO would be doing the inspection, so I made sure that everything was as clean and tidy as possible. I wiped door frames and window sills, bleached counters and sinks, steam mopped floors, along with everything else that needed to be done. I did hide 10,000 articles of clothing that needed sorting and hanging in the closet. Just jammed it all in there, and slid the door shut.
After everything was done, and I was left completely depleted, I was in the kitchen and opened the freezer to get some ice, and a box we had on the top of the fridge, which contained 5,000 tiny word magnets for fridge poetry fell to the ground and spread all over the floor. I almost cried. I quickly grabbed the broom and dustpan, and swept it up. Did I ever get it all out of the dust pan and put away? NOPE. Just put the dust pan in a corner, where it is still sitting this morning.
I sat from 1 in the afternoon until 3:30, shaking with anxiety. And then the door bell rang. I was overjoyed to see Saul, the manager’s jolly husband standing before me. We love Saul. He is one hard working dude- he does most of the maintenance on our gigantic complex, in the early part of the day, and then goes off to his second job at a hotel in the evenings.
He was upbeat and talkative. He knows that we understand a lot of Spanish, so he will speak to us using English and Spanish, and I answer him in English. He came in and we spoke briefly about how busy the afternoon had been. He told me my neighbor had a toilet that ran 24/7, and he did not think to report it. Saul said they had wondered why the complex water bill had been SO HIGH that last few months. He said people don’t report minor issues until it is a major issue.
He tested our smoke detectors, and asked about plumbing leaks. We chatted for a few more minutes and he left. ALL OF THAT STRESS for nothing.
I immediately drew the curtains in the bedroom, turned on the ceiling fan, and got into bed.
I only had two hours of horizontal time, as my daughter and her friends call stress induced resting. Then I got up and completed our simple dinner of homemade refried beans, steamed rice with a little butter and beef broth thrown in, and a refreshing green salad with cucumber, carrot and a ginger soy vinaigrette.
Rick got home from work just as the rice cooker clicked off. Perfect timing! Rick came in and thanked me for all of my hard work. We sat together on the couch to eat and watch a comedy special. I got through the beans and rice, but just barely, before I just didn’t want to eat anymore, which is something that has been happening A LOT lately. I just can’t eat much. I think I am losing more weight, as well.
Losing weight like this probably isn’t a good thing, and almost confirms my suspicion of diabetes. I am being a big baby about going to have the labs taken. I have taken steps to avoid sugar when I can, and am trying to be mindful of eat smaller more nutritious meals instead of snacking and having one large meal at dinner time.
We watched the comedy special, and I was falling asleep by the end, and it was only 7:30. I started to suggest a walk to kill time before I settled into bed, but when I stood up to go to the bathroom, my knees and hips were screaming at me.
So I decided to just hang out in bed until I was sleepy enough.
I made it to 9 before my body was just like, “Okay lady, great effort today!” And I turned over and started my deep breathing, with Rick’s hand on my back, and fell asleep. I know I woke a few times, but I managed to sleep until 6:40 this morning.
I am going to make coffee and then get to work on drafting a few listings. I have about seven drafts that are just waiting for pictures, so if I write three more, then do all of the photography, I will have ten listings up by this afternoon.
I want to try my hand at making corn tortillas today, so I can make crunchy bean and cheese tacos or maybe taquitos for dinner. Rick has his Adderall follow up appointment at 9:30 this morning, then he’s going to the bank for the rent check, before going to work.
His job is very stressful, and the owner of the company is an absolute menace normally, but when they’re on a tight deadline, he’s the WORST. He has been getting on Rick a lot lately, unnecessarily, mainly because he’s stressed, but he takes it out on his hardworking employees, and it sucks. I honestly think he views his artists as beneath him, and that’s why his company has a revolving door. Rick told me two days ago that the owner fired the super awesome HR woman in favor of an AI program. YUP. He did that.
After one particularly rough day, where he had yelled at Rick numerous times for NOTHING, Rick went to a department head and let them know what was up. He told the guy that he could just go home and collect unemployment, and not have to deal with being constantly belittled. That guy went to the owner and let him know that they were about to lose one of their most talented and hardworking employees. So the owner came to Rick and apologized.
Rick is now helping put out fires in other departments and just staying away from the owner. He thinks he has enough work to finish out today, and then the project is done, and everyone at the company goes back on unemployment until the next project. That’s just how it is here in Los Angeles with the entertainment industry.
Anyway, I just saw on Threads that Elon Musk’s Paris offices were just raided and that was the good news I needed today. On that note, I am gonna head out and get to work. I’ve got a cup of coffee, I am searching for a playlist that will enhance my workflow, and I am going to try to work until this afternoon.
I wish you all a good day.
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