I had yummy chicken pad see eiw and I'm taking half of it home for dinner

That sounds nummy. Pad see eiw would require me to schlep my ass outside of this neighborhood. Hmmm... it's a nice day - maybe I could walk 17 minutes each way to one of several places I'm thinking of....

Yeah, I know how long it'll take to walk there because it's near a train station....

It's the same rule around here, but I had signed an approval form when the maintenance guys came by last month, so they could enter with the building inspector at any time.

I will be working all weekend.

My old apartment had great maintenance people. Two apartments before that, I let them have it for walking in on me one day when I was asleep at 8AM

What are people doing this weekend?

Er. Good question. I need to watch some things before my TiVo bursts. Do some committee work. Submit my fandoms to Yuletide. Sleep a whole bunch. Crap, I have a meeting on Sunday...

I am pretty sure in almost every apartment I have had the manager had to give me 24 hours notice befre entering if it was considered an emergency. I'm pretty sure thats par for the douse in California.

My (old) landlords slid a notice under my door around the first of the month that "this notice constitutes your 48 hr notice that we may be showing your apartment." Whatev. And I did get a voicemail the other day that was all "this is a courtesy call that we'll be showing your unit in the next 30 minutes."

The fuck? I mean, I'm already out but they don't know that (and since I'm going back to clean this weekend, it looks like ass in there). If I wasn't, they'd've encountered a large unhappy dog on the other side of the door, to say nothing of the large unhappy me once I got the message.

I am pretty sure in almost every apartment I have had the manager had to give me 24 hours notice before entering if it was considered an emergency. I'm pretty sure that's par for the course in California.

It's law in San Francisco at least, and I'm fairly sure in the rest of the state. The other thing I like about SF is rent control. Yay rent control!

My current apartment manager gets whiny and passive aggressive about letting people into my apartment. She got used to me being there when I was unemployed and it takes two or three times to get her back in while I'm at work.

But we dislike here. And she dislikes us. So she'll be gone in a sec.

I know what I'm supposed to be doing this weekend: one delayed birthday celebration and one going away thingummy. But I've been beyond lame recently so I may do neither.

Gave away the CI cake at krav. They seemed to like it, but then again free calories are always a hit there.

For lunch I may go to the crazy crepe guy across the street from the massage place.

I will be working all weekend.

Me too. Ah, life in the theatre!

One thing I love about being a homeowner is nobody can ever walk into my apartment unannounced. Nobody else has the right or the keys.

I have no idea what to get for lunch. I may end up going for the cheapo Chinese place because it's easy. Or maybe I'm in the mood for Indian food.