So I'm at home this morning, peacefully making myself something to eat (grilled cheese sandwiches to be exact), kind of disappointed that I can't get a hold of Maeghan and wishing the floor could vacuum itself...but in a good mood. I sit down to eat my lunch when my landlord knocks on my door, I run up the stairs and before I can even get there he's opening the door to my place. "Is something burning??" I look at him, astonished that 1) he was going to go into my apartment without my permission, and he didn't even wait long enough for me to get up the stairs 2) that he was making a reference to my cooking again and 3) I was just plain annoyed, he really bugs me. I quickly think of what could've burnt and respond with "well, I just made some grilled cheese sandwiches, maybe they got a little burnt" (I wouldn't know, I haven't had a chance to eat them yet!!). He looked like he was ready to storm down into my apartment so I just repeated myself and walked back downstairs. That really got to me. Yes, I understand that he wants to make sure the apartment doesn't go up in flames, but for goodness sake, the smoke detector didn't even go off (and it's VERY sensitive)! He's told me that I need to make sure that I turn the fan on, because now that his wife is pregnant (oh yeah, she's pregnant...), she's very sensitive to smell. This may all seem very trivial to you, but he's been very frustrating at work lately, so him trying to tell me how to cook my food (and then nearly barge into my apartment while I'm doing it), has just driven me a little more to the end of my patience with him.
All that said, I'm trying to be patient, because I do understand that he's under a lot of pressure...trying to open his new store, get more staff (while his manager, who he couldn't survive without whether he knows it or not, is planning on leaving), he's in grad school for his masters, he got his wife pregnant and they're moving in 2 months. This may sound really mean, but I think its his own fault. He's taken on too much, but he's too proud to admit it and so instead his stress level is way high and he's freaking out on everyone around him (staff and tenants included...sucks that I'm both).
Okay, I'm done venting now. Now I have to clean my dishes and maybe prepare for tomorrow's Bible study, haven't done that yet. Then it's off to work at 3pm. Work...that's a whole nother matter. Pray for me.