Wherever I Hang My Hat

So between apartment #1 and apartment #2, I put in an application on apartment #3. Actually, it's about apartment #12, if you go by how many I looked through. The one I put in for is pretty nice. It's a little bigger than I probably need, but one I get all my books and crap in there, it might seem small. It's in a good location for buses, but slightly bad for noise (window toward big street). Another lesson learned was that, like refrigerators, A/C units are as rare as well-written final papers. This unit has a refrigerator, but no A/C. We'll see how that goes if I can get the place.

So anyway, that's that for now. Oh, and since I deferred a couple of months ago, yesterday I got a new jury summons.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Jury Robato

I really prefer dealing with automated systems when calling in to big faceless services. I know, I know, I'm probably the only person who has ever said that, but hear me out. They're open every day, 24 hours a day. They can handle almost everything you need to deal with. They free up humans to deal with uncommon situations, and hey, let's face it, the humans mostly aren't very reliable in their answers anyway.

So tonight I had to call in to the evil jury service robot to see if it required my presence this week. The robot politely told me that I was a problem and then hung up on me.

Soooooo, maybe it would have been better if I could have called a human.