bourgeois lies!
we can all breathe easy, because this morning, when i finally crawl out of my purple haze, my doorman will be safely tucked away behind his desk, where i need him to be so i can get my dry cleaning, plasma TV deliveries, and so that my maid, dog walker, and personal stylist can get into my 2500 square-foot palace in the skies.
my building actually sent out a brochure of sorts, with what to do in case of the strike. it included such enlightening pieces as a section on "Entertaining," "Restaurant Food Deliveries (i'd have to go downstairs and meet my food!!," "Building Cleanliness," and "Gym." We don't even have a gym.
this contingency plan made me immediately want to pack my bags and move out. what do you MEAN, i'd have to greet my guests in the lobby?!?!?
problem is, i can't afford to move, which is the difference between me and everyone else in this building.
oh god. what if they all find out they let a poor person in?
on a tiny side note, training santiago to start sleeping in his crate instead of on my bed has been the most anxiety-inducing thing this dog has ever been through. he paces all night long, often whining or barking. i hear his poor little feet pattering around my bed, until finally i wake up the next morning and sit with him on the chair, where he immediately passes out on my lap. it's very upsetting, but i must remain strong.
just you wait until i start training you to poop outside. these pads have GOT to go.
my building actually sent out a brochure of sorts, with what to do in case of the strike. it included such enlightening pieces as a section on "Entertaining," "Restaurant Food Deliveries (i'd have to go downstairs and meet my food!!," "Building Cleanliness," and "Gym." We don't even have a gym.
this contingency plan made me immediately want to pack my bags and move out. what do you MEAN, i'd have to greet my guests in the lobby?!?!?
problem is, i can't afford to move, which is the difference between me and everyone else in this building.
oh god. what if they all find out they let a poor person in?
on a tiny side note, training santiago to start sleeping in his crate instead of on my bed has been the most anxiety-inducing thing this dog has ever been through. he paces all night long, often whining or barking. i hear his poor little feet pattering around my bed, until finally i wake up the next morning and sit with him on the chair, where he immediately passes out on my lap. it's very upsetting, but i must remain strong.
just you wait until i start training you to poop outside. these pads have GOT to go.
posted by Cristina at 9:06 AM
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