If they're gonna kick the chair out from under me so often...

...why don't I just save them the trouble and get me a rope?

I've been starving for the last three days, so what do I do when I get paid today? I go cash my check, buy food, put it at the apartment, go over to Carli's to do cleanup, go get my comics from Coliseum, grab lunch, run back to the apartment to check on a couple of things before I go down to Disney early to catch a---SKREEEEECH!

What the hell is this on the door? Lessee...Summerfield Apartments...FAILURE TO PAY RENT?! PAY $815 BY JULY 15TH OR RESIDENCE WILL BE TERMINATED?! WTF?!

What do they mean failure to pay rent? The rent is paid! We have the receipt for the money order!

Hang on...this thing is dated the 13th. That's YESTERDAY! THEY'RE CLAIMING THEY DELIVERED THIS THING YESTERDAY?! BULLSHIT! It wasn't there when I left this morning, it wasn't there when I came back with my groceries.

I talk to Matt...we call Jamie. Jamie's just as pissed because she's the one who dropped off the rent money order. Matt and I go over to the office. Oh, big surprise. The office is closed until 3PM. Who's this...someone else...uh-huh. So they're claiming the same bullshit with her, are they? I smell a rat. A big freaking mold covered rat. But I can't deal with that myself. I have to be on the road to work at three and if I stay at the house, I'm gonna drive myself nuts. So, Matt, having the day off is gonna go have a word with the managers when they get back and if he can't get results I'll sic Jamie on them. And if that doesn't work, time to bring out Carli and the lawyers.

Why is it that whenever I'm starting to feel halfway good about my life, something like this always happens?