Satish is nice, but he sure is an idiot. Really, stupid! He was here with a clipboard yesterday, consulting with Say about how many more rooms she had left (I guess he’s the boss of the housekeepers at times), then he showed me a way to check for rentals on Yahoo which he insisted weren’t all owned by management companies. Yet all the ones I could find within our price range were indeed owned by companies. Or at least run by them.

He says he wants to really take his time searching for a new house, despite the continuing price drop because he wants a place to stay permanently in. Let me guess, he’ll be able to find the perfect place and we won’t. No, we’ll keep rental-hopping from one rowdy dump to another. Right? Right, God? We’re not deserving of finding the right place to stay forever. Only other people are.

Tom said he saw a couple of shady characters the other day on the 2nd floor trying doors. I never heard ours rattle, so I guess they didn’t get as far as the 3rd floor.

Tom had a sinus headache yesterday at work so intense he nearly left to lay down in the truck since he wouldn’t have been able to drive with it. Hey God, I thought I was his sacrifice. Take it out on me if one of us must have physical problems!

Each day that passes without hearing from Nancy or getting the check raises my fears of us being the victims of a cruel publicity stunt. The main reason for having sweeps is to draw attention to your company. But people are stupid. So much so that they obviously forgot to consider the fact that not delivering prizes would only bring them negative publicity. As I’ve told Tom, he’s been too soft with Nancy. Sometimes being harsh and really putting your foot down with these assholes is the only way to get results. That’s the way it was with Simple Green. So we’ve agreed that he can waste one more email on her on Friday, then I’ll take a shot at her next week and make my threats without actually threatening, and let them know that I’m not only getting pissed but that it’s in everyone’s best interest if they stop wasting time and send the prize now. This implies a lot of possibilities.

Meanwhile, I would sure love to know what other winners are doing and how they’re handling the delays and excuses.

I’d also love to know why God wants us to remain in this room so badly. Why is it so damn important to Him? It’s not like we can live wherever we want anyway. I know we’re not allowed to live in peace. In fact, I’m willing to deliberately concentrate on an old dumpy place in a rundown neighborhood that is noisy enough not to steal much of my sleep, but enough of my peace when I’m awake. That way I know the risk of losing it would be low.