The Calm Before

I was just about to pick up the phone to call O.A.D.S. when I thought better of it. I really didn't want to deal with any of this today.

It had been raining all week and this old building was beginning to look and feel soggy. The whole staff was endlessly clearing their throats and making other noises with their nasal canals that made me want to take the fire axe down off the wall- that's how old this building is, there's a fire axe on the wall.

Thankfully Mr. Harenthal was finally off my ass for five minutes, but now the Super was calling me asking all these questions about Merghast; and having someone scream "Merghast" over the phone in an Eastern-European accent did not afford a whole helluva lot of understanding. In about forty minutes of phone-time I was able to coax out that Merghast was behind on rent and I was listed as the Emergency Contact. The spooky guy in the dirty bathrobe makes me his emergency contact, fantastic.

On top of that everyone's still acting weird about the whole Mr. Entroop thing- as in, whatever he's lost it ain't found so I have to listen to him moping around upstairs. Why the hell you'd bring anything of value into this building is beyond me.

That's why my hand was hovering over the reciever.
Well. If anyone over at O.A.D.S. wants to talk, they'll just have to call me.