infinity zone

I'm staying home because of icy weather conditions. I got ready for work and stepped outside, then went "Holy shit" because it looked like it had snowed more last night. I rushed back inside to get my gloves, scarf, and hat, then went to wait for the bus per usual.

...Thirty-five minutes later than usual, the bus finally snails its way up to the bus stop, and I get on.

I was listening to my old iPod because I had forgotten to charge the batteries on my newer MP3 player, and I had estimated that it'd last long enough for me to get to work.

...And then, 20 minutes down the icy road, the bus gets stuck at the bottom of a hill. Behind two cars and two buses that had gotten stuck as well.

So here I am, forced off the bus along with everyone else. Some people decide to go on up the hill to look for a bus that can take them to the park & ride. Some other people stand there dumbfounded (like me) and start talking to each other. I called work as I stood out there, but couldn't get in touch with my "supervisor" (she's the actual editor/DTPer, but she kinda manages the interns). I try to reason to myself "Okay, it's only two miles back -- I can walk that."

Maybe three or four minutes later, I call up my little brother in quiet hope that he can pick me up. He informs me that he's already on his way to UW and he can't make it back, and that it's about five miles from where I am to home.

"...Fuck."

I repeated that a few more times as I walked back home as falling snow and ice smacked me in the shoulders and head, several more cars that had gotten stuck in the ice, as well as a downed power line. ...Actually, I think I said "Shit" there. Hrm. Lots of cursing. I was not a happy camper, especially since my iPod gave out maybe a third of the way home.

Stupid iPod. I hate you.

Anyway, now I'm back home after my hour-long walk back home. I think I'll play more Radiant Dawn; I'm on chapter 13 of Part 3 now and I got that beautiful third option "Refuse his command."

My little brother called me while I was still at work. Said that we had gotten a 3-day notice to vacate the premises and was asking if I had the paperwork from when we resigned our lease to find out what the fuck had happened. I said I didn't have it and had given it to our mom, and he sounded so intensely serious (which is so unlike him) when he said our mom didn't have it. So I dropped all my work and started walking home. -_-

All the way home, I was panicking and wondering if I had done something wrong. With my older brother out of the apartment with an internship to Intel, I'm in charge of talking to management about paying rent and making sure Kathryn pays her part of the rent. So, of course, I worried that the check I dropped in the payment box hadn't gotten to management, or maybe the rent for next month was due earlier because we had a recent change of management. Whatever the reason, I kept hoping this was fixable.

So I get into the apartment and my brother says that management admitted they messed up the paperwork. Apparently they didn't take into consideration our payment discount (which we got for resigning the lease) and whoever calculated the costs for the paperwork didn't think it was a little STRANGE that just about HALF of the tenants in the apartment didn't pay their full rent for the month.

Fucking DUH, man.

Sheesh. -_-;;