Movin to Manhattan

As of tonight I am officially moved into the New Yorker on 34th street in Manhattan. In an earlier blog I eluded to moving out of Brooklyn and it has come to fruition. Essentially what happened was that the place I was staying at was undergoing major renovations and so critical things like water and a/c were not available for extended periods of time. So finally I just got fed up and made a call to the VP of accounting for the company that owns these properties and demanded a refund.

A bit of advice if you are ever thinking of forming a company that operates residential rental property: never put the phone numbers of your executives on your website. Otherwise an angry tenant might find said numbers, call you up, demand a refund and threaten litigation. And you might be forced to concede to his demands rather than risk him going public and getting all the other tenants to form a class action suit.

So yeah, they gave me some money back and moved me to 34th street and 8th ave. This building is much nicer and is actually the one I originally wanted to stay in but it was a little too pricey from the start. But now they are basically paying me to stay here for the last 3 weeks. Funny how things work out sometime. With this and all the skymiles plotting I am experiencing a Paradis-esque run of fortune. And I'm lovin the ride.

On a side note, most people are unaware of how difficult it is to carry a 65lb duffel bag 3 blocks north and 1 crosstown block west without a shoulder strap. Needless to say after 4hrs of moving stuff via subway I am tired.

When I get back from NY I'll try and find some time to post pictures from this summer to my brutally stale website. One interesting feature about this room is that I have no towel rack in the bathroom, but in it's place I do have... a wall mounted beer bottle opener. So instead of reaching for a towel to dry off with after a shower, I'll be reaching for a beer to kick back with while I air-dry.