Poop Shute

All that was missing to make this week a big ol' poop sandwich was the bread. Lo and behold, today I found the #$@% bread.

I laid in bed all day today. I have been feeling extremely scared and depressed all week, but I had to just sit on it and tough it out because I have also been working about ten hours a day on this stupid kids show. So, today I decided to allow myself a day of weakness. A day to just wallow and marinate in my misery. Somehow it was kind of therapeutic. I mean, I actually felt the tiniest bit better when I came out the other end.

Then Meg came home and berated me for what I did today and said things like "this is fvcking ridiculous" and "needs to stop." One goddamn day to myself to waste and I can't even have that. My guess is the stress of the events this week are what caused her to overreact like that, but regardless of her reasons, there went my tiny bit of better mood. She tried insisting on taking me for a walk, and I didn't actually protest, but she abruptly gave up when I offered the explanation as to why I had been a lump all day. At that point she got in bed for a nap.

After her pissing all over what had actually turned to to be kind of a good day I didn't want to be around her at all, so I got up out of bed and decided to go for that walk by myself. I knew when she said we should go for a walk it was a good idea, but she abandoned it. Whatever, I'll walk by myself.

Here's where the bread comes in.

Several months ago I was an avid racquetball player. My apartement complex had two indoor courts, and I played four or five times a week. It's great cardio and tons of fun. Well, I think it was sometime in late September they closed it off for renovations and said it would be open again in November. I was very frustrated because those courts are the very reason we chose to move here, but I figured that the flooring was kind of warped in places anyway, so it would be better in the long run.

Well, it's January now and the place has FINALLY just recently been opened again. I already knew that one of the courts was ripped out and now filled with all the weight equipment that used to have it's own room. The old weight room was taken for additional office space that they didn't even need. There's like two or three frigging employees in the building at any given point and now they have four offices. But I didn't care, they told me the other one would stay as it was.

To use the remaining court after hours they now want a $25 deposit for the key. Fine whatever. So on my walk I decided to go and get one of those keys. I've been itching to play for too long and I know that exercise always helps me through rough spots like this one. My conversation with the lady in the office started off something like this:

Me: Hi, I'd like to pay for a key to use the racquetball court after hours.

Lady: Um... Well... do you actually play racquetball?

Me: What? Well, yeah... why?

At this point she took me into the remaining racquetball court and showed me that they converted it into a halfcourt basketball court with a regulation height hoop on what would have been the main scoring wall in its former life.

%$#@! They have been lying to me for months now! I kept periodically popping into the office asking when will the "racquetball court" be open again, and they kept saying "soon, maybe another week or two." The actual answer to my question turns out to be NEVER.

Did I mention that those courts are why we settled on this complex?

Poop sandwich on toasted poopernickel. Yum.