This is only a snippet of my bloggin', mind you.. i'm at work and supposed to be workin'.. let me rewind and tell you about what happened yestaday.

so peep.. I'm at my desk at work an the leasin office calls me to tell me they are gonna install the last remaining 3 of my vertical blinds in ma living room. *rewindin furtha* 2 months ago when I first moved in, they went to hang the blinds and 3 were broken, so they had to send them back out and get replacements.. I guess them shits finally came.
*back on track* so she asks me if im at home or work, i tell her I'm at work go ahead in, it's coo. She says ok, by the time I get off.. at 5 p.m., everything should be taken care of. So I don't think nothin of it, I handle my business, go watch my lil' brother at baseball practice.. uh I think that's what they were doin.. or playin WWE with a baseball an bat. *shrugs*

I come home.. open the door.. stare.. close the door.. pause.. breathe.. an open the door again. I swea it looked like I was jacked by Tim the toolman. They didn't hang 3 blinds.. they replaced the whole kitchen counter.. which they were supposed to do before I moved in.. 2 fuckin' months ago.. so bet. I look.. all my shit is pulled out the cabinets and sittin on my table.. my microwave got residue on it from where they was drillin some got damn where. By now.. i'm pissed.. so I go in the bathroom ta look around.. WDF?!?!

the bathroom counter had been replaced.. and all my little girly stuff is moved elsewhere.. on my glass medicine cabinet. So me bein me.. i'm like.. lemme chill.. I go to the pantry an get my bucket.. pour some pinesol in there and start to cleanin up a little.. I have been m.i.a. for a minute.. i go to move the trashcan in the bathroom.. an what the hell do I see? My square framed, black acrylic glasses on the floor, behind the toilet, broken in 2 pieces. I lose my fuckin mind. I start yellin, cussin, an complainin cause wait.. those were a pair of $250.00 prescription glasses an my ass ain't break em. So of course, I call the leasin office and left a voicemail.. it said in nice terms that if someone ain't call me in the office regardin the items that they broke then I was gonna come and see them.. after work.. in the parkin lot. Ok.. it wasn't that bad.. but I did have a nasty tone.

I spent the rest of the day examinin' my crib like I was fuckin CSI .. caulking around the sinks weren't dry.. the cord for the new garbage disposal is danglin.. the puddy in the sink basin is sloppy as shit and smeared all on the metal sink .. the floor got shit all on it.. someone pissed in the toilet an ain't flush ..ARGH .. i hate for my crib to be disrespected.. it wasn't like that from the get.. don't transform it into some other shit..

I ain't clean shit.. I left it alone like they left it.. cause it was of course a crime scene..
*sighs*

I'll have somethin else to blog about soon as my damn slumlord calls me..