So, yesterday, totally out of the blue, this awesome blog gave me a 2008 award, and it was like, all I could talk about on Facebook of course. An award, dude! That makes me an award-winning blogger, and frankly, when you have a career that involves long periods of waiting followed by skin-peeling rejection and occasional personal affronts, it is damn nice to get an award.
And it was a good thing I was a newly-appointed award-winning blogger too, because later in the day I got a phonecall involving a garage in my building, a backed-up sewer line, and, um, a big puddle caused by the rain in Los Angeles. I'll just let you use your imagination to fill in the rest of the details, including the smell. I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't just had something nice said about my work, I would have found the prospect of arguing with a plumber and a property manager about who, exactly, was responsible for pumping out the POO that had accumulated in the drain much less glamorous. Although, I must admit, it was still funny when the property manager said "this is really a murky area" in reference to whose jurisdiction the poop was, because he was talking about the situation, not the actual poop, but I am juvenile and couldn't wait to run back and repeat it on my blog. Maybe that is why they gave me the award. Who knows? Also– we'll have to come back to this later– because this is Los Angeles, the property manager of my building also does a little print modeling on the side.
Oh, did I mention that later in the evening, my neighbor and I cleaned the garage floor with bleach and a hose, because even after the plumbers left, it still smelled like poo, and we found that totally unsanitary? When you think about homeownership and being the Vice President of your Homeowner's Board and how totally glamorous that's going to be, be sure you also factor in a giant puddle of stinky water in the middle of your garage, and some rubber gloves, bleach and a hose.
I'm telling you, winning an award made it that much easier.