Everyday when I walk through the Pussyprison (which is the Webster Apartments and the place I live) I am so amuzed and want to start a blog for you to imagine how life is in a house like this.
Heating Horror:
Since a few weeks temperatures are decreasing and the Pussy Prison startet to turn on the heating. At least I'm sure they tried to turn it on for the whole building. In my room the heater doesn't seem to work at all and although I told the nice ladies at the reception several times nothing happened. In the first few cold days I thought it may be the heating system, which could be still turned off. But when I entered the Pussy Prison one evening, it seemed to have about 50 degrees in the lobby and the dining room. So they proved: the heating is on. But still not in my room. The other girls told me, that when they once start to heat - they can only heat the whole floor (it's not possible to adjust the temperature in every single room)- the rooms get so hot in a few minutes, that a bikini is the best you can wear. Beside that, a symbol for the United States, I think that the building is heatet with oil - 13 floors, about 300 rooms... Eco-friendly like the rest of the country
My Neighbour:
Let me begin with my room-neighbour (just because it is nearly midnight and the roomwall is so thin, that I can hear everything she does in her room). My neighbour is a woman (oh wonder *gg*), I would suggest her to be around 40 and I think she belongs to the stuff. Every night she begins to hear a song from Seal at half past 11. Not a CD, no, only this one song. Additional this song sounds, like Seal is dying every minute and you also sould commit suicide within the next 5 minutes. After 30 minutes of listening to this one song, she starts watching TV. It seems, that she already took her Antidepressiva at this point in time, because she is always watching Comedy-Shows after Seal. And she has a VERY loud and characteristic lough. You have to imagine, that the wall is thinner than the one in my Viennese Apartment, where I can listen to nearly every word spoken on the other side of the wall. So my neighbour and the sound from the beginning Interstate (which is direcly in front of my window) made me addicted to Earopax :-)
The way to get food:
As in every prison, the cook here is never in love and seems to be bored or sleeping all the time, because noodles, rice, vegetables and so on could not be more cooked and softer than they are here and additionally he uses no salt on principle. At breakfast every day they have "A Special" (either french toast, bagels, muffins, pan cakes...) and then they have things you can (or should I better say, you could) get every day like yogurth, fruits and so on. BUT: there are certain rules and prohibitions you have to follow, as they are in every prison *gg* If you take something from the Specials, you aren't allowed to get yogurth additionally! If you take a cake or melon, you can't get any of the fruits. It is only allowed to choose ONE fruit and ONE yogurth, and you are only allowed to take 2 pieces of the special. Yes, it seems to be very complicated and if you imagine me on saturdays or sundays staying there with a bombastic hangover from going out, willing to choose everything or nothing (because I feel so sick *hehe*) it's easy to understand, that I make lots of mistakes with my choices even after this long time. And once you have choosen there is no way back, you won't get something else. But even harder is dinner... There are 2 or 3 different main choises and only one of them is allowed. They have plans hanging out in the first floor and when you enter the foodbank, but maybe I'm to stupid, I cannot read the handwriting and mostly I additionally don't understand the discription if I can read the text. So I choose everyday after the principle "how it looks like". Sometimes it's possible to ask what's inside the mysteriously looking things, but most of the time once you pointed at something with your finger it's on the plate and handed over to you :-) Yes, and of course the fruit/yogurth game is the same at dinner.
