  My friend JK is here, she got in last night, there was a staff party at the club I work for so she met me there. As soon as she got into the city she was at a club, having sushi for dinner and drinking from an open bar. I think that was a good way to welcome her. We went out after that. Drum & Bass, some Bolivian marching powder and free drinks. I can have fun no matter where I am, as long as there's booze involved, and when it's free booze I'm set.
I worked yesterday. I haven't really worked in months. I helped sell jewellery at the tattoo shop where my friend works. I really just sat around for eight hours talking to girls and playing with a wiener dog. I was supposed to be working again right now but the guy who owns the shop decided that I was unnecessary. I'm not sure if I didn't sell enough or maybe the business wasn't good enough to pay an extra person for sitting around.
Either way the situation is irritating, I really could have used the money. I still have not resolved the problem with my apartment. I'm trying to break my lease at the end of the month, I don't think it's going to happen. These cocksuckers have been jerking me around non-stop. When I signed the lease, the landlord told me that if I wanted to break it I would just have to give one month's notice. That landlord quit working for the company and I was not informed.
When I found out who the new landlord was and managed to talk to her, it was June first. I told her that I wanted out of the lease, she said that I could pay this month's rent in cash and she would give me a letter breaking the lease. She said she wanted cash so that she could be sure that I didn't give her a bad cheque. I had five hundred dollars cash, she apparently had the letter. We had issues connecting with each other and before we had the chance to meet, she quit her fucking job with the company that owns the building. I'm thinking that it's a good thing that we didn't meet, she could have been planning to fuck me over with a useless letter and pocket the cash.
Fucking sneaky little bitch. I managed to meet the elusive owner of the building by chance last Thursday. I explained the situation to him, he said that nobody should have told me that I can break my lease with one month's notice. He said that a letter would be dropped off the next day to all tenants with new contact info for the new building management company. He told me to call him on Monday. The Interpol-associated super was there during this conversation.
There was no letter on the day promised so I had no phone number come Monday. I talked to the super and she refused to give me his number even though she was present when he told me to call him. I wanted to smash her fucking skull in with a brick. After I bitched for awhile she called him and let me leave a message, the voice mail system cut me off halfway through what I was saying. I was livid. I told the super to get in touch with him and tell him to call me.
A few days after that, the letter is finally delivered. I call the company and ask for the person in charge of this building, get transferred to some woman I've never heard of, who is not even in her office at the time, and leave her a fucking message. That was a couple days ago and I haven't heard anything back. In fact, I haven't heard anything from anybody I've tried to talk to. I'm pissed off. These people are a bunch of cum-guzzling shitbags.
They can eat a huge bowl of dicks as far as I'm concerned. I'm getting fucked over here and they're doing it by giving me the silent treatment. I'd like some straight answers from someone who is in a position to actually do something, not some bullshit superintendent who works for the pigs. I intend to be on the road back to Toronto in ten days. I need a solution to this problem now. These disorganized borderline slum lords deserve to be skull-fucked.
I've even tried another approach, I've tried bribing the super. When people come to look for apartments to rent, she shows them. I've offered her cash if she rents out mine before an empty one. She didn't say no, and when I mentioned it in the hallway the other day she told me to be quiet, she didn't want anybody to hear because it's illegal. She wouldn't act this way if she wasn't open to the idea, she wants discretion. I'm not sure how wise it is to bribe someone who works for Interpol, but fuck it, it's done now.
She still hasn't done anything about it though and time is a factor. I'm irate. I can't wait to get back to Toronto. I've had just about enough of this place. The move was worth it in many ways, but I'm fed up. I've really mastered the art of escapism in the past few months.
Usually I use alcohol, but I think I'll go grab some PCP tonight. After all, it is Friday. 
