Oy Gewalt!

My life is more frenetic than that of a flee with broken wings on a hot roof in August. Or maybe I shouldn't say "roof". The rain we've been having on a more-regular-than-usual basis has really shown the flaws of the building I live in, and as condo president, it is unfortunately my job to make the appointments, have the meetings, conduct the votes,and, when necessary, make unilateral decisions about things I know nothing about.

In the next several days, the treasurer and I (and thank goodness for her and her Type A self) will be entertaining a roofer and a handyman (various leaks, unclogging vents and gutters) a general contractor (structural problems with a garden unit and two basements that have allowed much seepage and crackage). I am on the lookout for a good lawyer and will be contacting a company to come flush the water heaters and inspect the furnaces in the common area.

Yesterday, after a serious bitch of a day, I was greeted to a phone message that went, "I need some reassurance that you are going to do something about the leak in the roof. There is some serious damage to my unit, and I want to know what you are going to do about it." I won't bore you with the details of how I handled this idiot's phone call, but suffice it to say, don't be surprised if the answering machine message sounds warbled when you call me.

The stress-level is starting to choke me a bit, and so if I haven't answered your calls or emails, consider yourself lucky. I don't have conversations these days, I just emit high-pitched blurbs of complaint. The dogs in the neighborhood are probably contemplating suicide.

Amidst the work-related stress, I stupidly went to go see Sarah McLachlan on Tuesday, which kept me up until past midnight. The concert was "ok" - she has a beautiful voice,
but the stage design nauseated me, and well, it is boring hearing someone sing without any recognizable tempo for two hours.

Add sleep deprivation to the list of stressors. Yes, yes, I brought this on myself.

In all those idyllic days in college, when I thought I was working "really hard" and planning for some distant future, I never would have entertained the THOUGHT that life would entail increasing levels of work with each passing year? Work that had to be done just keep at some sort of maintenance level? From what I understand, this is normal.

Now I totally get why people are into religion. I mean, it is too easy to ask, "what's the point of all this work?!?!" I am going to join the Hari Krishnas and hang out at the airport.

Have a nice life,

Michelle