Ft. Myers: Notes on my Arrival in a Strange Apartment in a Strange City to work a Waitressing job

1. Driving down, a piece of my windshield falls off.

2. I pull up to the apartment complex, which really looks more like a beachside motel. I can't decide if this is a bad thing or a good thing. Walking up the stairs, I have a flash of uncertainty as to whether this was actually a good idea or rather of the type that shouldn't have progressed past the hypothetical.

3. The apartment is decorated in a Safari Jungle motif--there are lions, tigers, camels, zebras, elephants, and monkeys in various decorative forms--and not in a Pier 1 mainstream kind of way. In a weird way.

4. After describing this to Katy, she and I decide that "WILD" will be the summer's theme; e.g., whenever a decision has to be made, we will choose the wilder of the two options.

5. There is a Sonny's BBQ about a mile from the apartment. This is a good/bad thing, sort of like getting really really drunk or eating a lot of donuts is a good/bad thing.

6. There is a questionable bedding situation. There are no sheets on the bed in the master bedroom, which I want--at least for now--because the room has a TV (and the bed is the size of a lake; seriously, it's huge). In the closet are some messily-folded sheets. Are they clean? Are they filthy? It's impossible to tell. I tell myself that probably-clean sheets are better than no sheets (I only brought a twin set) and try to imagine what diseases one might catch by sleeping on unlaundered sheets. Psoriasis? I later realize that this is completely, absolutely, besides the point.

7. I spread my twin sheet over the other sheet. I'm happy with that.