Around 5:30 today, Josh called to ask if I got his message about paying the rent. I hadn’t. Instant anxiety attack. Late fees at Brumby are steep. The office closes at five and today was the LAST day to pay.
Josh, playing the role of a calm male possessing common sense, asked me to run upstairs and see if someone at the office was still there and would let me pay anyway.
An attempt I was certain to be fruitless, but I’m a submitter, so I wrote the fastest check of my life,ran out the door and down the hallway.
My sense of direction is lacking, at best. It’s really bad when under pressure. First, I ran into the laundry room. Feeling rather stupid, I turned around the corner, where I then tried to open a maintenance closet.
Total panic. I had to stop in the middle of the hallway of my own building- on the floor I live, mind you- and really think about where I was.
Cautiously, I looked until I found the door clearly marked “Stairs.”
Running up them- yes, two at a time- I got to the office door.
And then there was a Christmas miracle.
The office hours on Mon-Fri were posted as 9-6.
6!
Going inside, I didn’t see anyone working, but I did hear a flush. (The guy who works in the office is ALWAYS in the bathroom.)
“What’s up?”
Trying to be casual and completely out of breath, I said “Nothing paying the rent thanks” in one run on sentence.
I then tried to make light conversation about the festive office decorations as I headed out the door, convinced he was going to tell me that too bad, the check really was late.
Going out the door, I was so happy about what had just happened, yet still not quite convinced Bathroom Guy wasn’t going to come out the door, I ran down the hall and immediately tried to open the locked door of Apt. 221.
“Oops. Uh, sorry,” I whispered to what was hopefully an empty apartment. The building got very warm as I turned around yet again to walk to the stairs door.

And…da da da daaaaaa! Josh’s Sleep Talking Stories (!!!)
Part Two

Throughout the last few nights, Josh has-

Told me I was so smart for fixing the Flash feature on his website and gave me a big hug. (The more disturbing part of the story- in the dream I was his good friend and coworker, Jeremy.)

Laughed hysterically as he repeated, “Oh, that is too good. Man, that’s funny,” over and over.

And just to be completely creepy, he woke me up whispering, “Who’s in the room with us?”
I actually checked to see before I whispered back, “No one.”
“What? Who is it?”
“There’s no one in the room. Just us.”
“Well, yeah, NOW. But who was here BEFORE?”
“No one.”
“Oh, nevermind.”

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