Tuesday, October 02, 2001
|5:33 PM|
CURRENT RENTAL SIR! CURRENT RENTAL!
4:25PM, Round Rock Texas Call placed to Shadow Oaks. The answer on current lease: "Nope! Sorry! You have two bounced checks on your history and you've turned your rent in late too many times" (This has now doomed Cecil. He needed his half of the huge referral bonus that was going to be awarded to a friend of his. Not to mention, that friend needs it to pay his rent. He doesn't panic, he remains rational)
"But, that's not really possible. After a single bounced check they wouldn't take any other checks. How can I have 2 bounced checks?"
"..."
"Can I fix it?"
"Nope! Not without (Long string of items)"
"Wait, you said 'Last 6 months' I've been in Austin almost 3 years. Can't you look at that? You mean you only see 6 months? What if I prove that I had a previous 10 month lease that was squeaky clean? Okay. I can certainly prove that!"
4:59PM Cecil leaves Dell parking lot at a speed approaching 15 miles an hour. In rush hour traffic, this is only possible by passing through solid matter.
5:15PM Austin A call placed to previous apartment complex, continued as he walks in their door. Manager: Yes, we show your lease. Yes, clean history for 10 months. No, I can't send it, not without that complex faxing us first.
5:35PM Austin Call placed again to Shadow Oaks. Instead of manager, an underling is reached. The story has changed. It no longer matters what his previous history was, these past 6 months are all that matter. Cecil maintains a perfectly calm voice. The underling is becoming more and more flustered at rational arguments, and begins to simply repeat the words "CURRENT LEASE!" over and over. Cecil knows he is keeping a perfectly calm voice because she hasn't hung up on him.
5:45PM Call is continued. Cecil is currently driving toward his current apartment well in excess of posted limits in a desperate attempt to find a place to live. He knows he can handle it, he just hopes his car can as well. It has become clear that Cecil cannot get around the underling, and all reasonable questions are now met with incoherent babbling. At this point, the brain of the underling snaps and she begins ranting about worshippng Gali-Ma and tasting the flesh of fallen Angels. Cecil is still careful to politely thank the person for their time, and say goodbye. He hangs up as the screams and fire noises start bursting from the phone.
5:58PM Cecil, knowing he is the last thing anyone in his current apartment complex's office wants to see (a resident) politely asks for help. The considerate staff listen to his story while doing their best to hide glances toward the door. It is quickly determined that Cecil is pretty screwed, but if he wants to move into a smaller apartment on the third floor, he is quite welcome. And wow, it's just as much as he was about to go pay at some place that worships the Great Old Ones.
6:10PM Cecil is officially saved. Other than a single "F" word uttered when a light changed at an inopportune time, he has been a model of reasonable and controlled reaction. He is most proud of that, but having a place to stay doesn't hurt, either.
(added at 10:18)
Thanks to a guy named Rock Epidemic for the much less painful version of the top banner. I had been messing around with a new title bar and everything game out rather jarring. I really dig Rocks work here and it fits what little style is consistent on this page. The "Green" and the "Black" seem to vie for power in a struggle that can never end.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
/// echo '