wikipedia birthday meme

The birthday meme.
Nov. 8

Three Events:
1576 - Eighty Years' War: Pacification of Ghent - The States-General of the Netherlands meet and unite to oppose Spanish occupation.
1895 - While experimenting with electricity Wilhelm Röntgen discovers x-rays.
1974 - In Salt Lake City, Utah, Carol DaRonch narrowly escapes abduction by serial killer Ted Bundy.

Two births:
1884 - Hermann Rorschach, Swiss psychiatrist (d. 1922)
1954 - Rickie Lee Jones, American singer and composer

One death:
1887 - Doc Holliday, American gambler and gunfighter (b. 1851)

Moving, whether I want to or not

It looks like Other Kenjari and I are going to have to move by the end of the summer, regardless of what happens with grad school (still no news yet). Because our landlords, the Samia Corp, are fucking us over.
When our lease renewal arrived a couple of months ago, well before I could even expect to hear back from schools, we called our landlords and explained the situation and asked them how we should handle it. They were very nice and said that they would hate to lose such good tenants but wished me luck with the applications. And they told us not to sign the renewal and then wait for the follow up documents we would get around the beginning of April. At that point, we were supposed to call Samia right away. So we didn't sign the renewal and have been waiting for the follow-up paperwork, expecting it any day now. WE'd been able to do something similar last year, and everything worked out fine, so we had no worries.
The follow-up documentation hasn't arrived and today we found out that Samia is renting the apartment out from under us, for a Sept. 1 lease. We had no warning - we found out because they called to see about showing the apartment to prospective renters. And there's nothing we can do about it at this point, because the place has already been listed with several brokers.
I am especially angry because Other Kenjari and I tried to do the right thing. We called, we were honest, we did what they asked us to do. And we got screwed for it.
I think for once in my life, I am going to be a bitch about something. I'm not going to be flexible, accomodating, or even cooperative about showing the place. When we do move out, I'm not going to clean the apartment - I'm not sweeping up even a single dust bunny. Fuck 'em.