- Blame myself because these are the kind of things that adults are supposed to keep track of. Why did I not check it weekly? How am I going to keep up with this next year when I am all alone? Really, am I this stupid? As it turns out I am that lazy and clueless, but I am pretty much OK with that one now.
- Be peeved at Chris because I had asked him about this exact situation a week ago and he also felt no need to take action. Now I am pissed because yet again we are victims of the "I am not worried about it" phenomenon. Of course I am just projecting onto this minor glitch my full irritation that Chris is rarely, if ever, worried about it and I am pretty sure that deep down inside he feels that way because he knows, either consciously or subconsciously, that 99% of the time, he won't be around to deal with the fall-out. Of course, he may act that way, but I guess here I am really blaming myself (again) for falling for the same old song and dance...again.
- Be pissed at the property manager. She stated that "there was a scheduled delivery program where the guys comes on a schedule, fills the tank and leaves an invoice" Clearly what she meant was "this thing exists" and not "this thing has been set up since those details are why you pay a premium on your rent, so I can handle these details." This one may be a fair amount of pissed, but then again, isn't this my fault too? I mean I know she is a total space-cadet so why did I think this would be any different?
I guess this is just one more piece of the completely uninteresting puzzle that is me.