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Sep. 28th, 2018 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheart... and I promised you yesterday's tale, didn't I?
First, I need to give you folks some background facts. We live in a 10-storey concrete monstrosity, together with 217 other families. Fact #1 is that - while reasonably well laid out - the flats are rather small, between 39 and 72 square metres. Ours it 53 square metres, including the infamous, leaking balcony.
Consequently, living space is spare and precious, so people tend to use every square inch that is available. Even the 2m x 50 cm x 50 cm cupboards outside the flats, right next to every entrance, where the electricity meter is situated. We aren't supposed to do that, of course, b/c of fire precautions, but everyone does it anyway - as I already said, living space is very precious. I kept some of my crafting materials and reserve exercise books there. Yes, I know it wasn't right, but those cupboards are so handy!
Now the disaster control organization paid the other building next to ours an unannounced visit, and they were not happy. The house management hung up an announcement in our building, warning us that the same can happen here, too, and those caught red-handed can expect a heavy fine that is about twice of what I earn in a month. Consequently, I emptied the handy little cupboard in panic and had to rearrange the entire frigging study (formerly known as Granny's room) and the book cabinet in my bedroom to somehow distribute the stuff that used to be in one handy, easily accessible place until then.
We had to throw out a great many old video tapes. I had to sort out my old, German Star Trek books. We put my reserve exercise books and some crafting materials into the flour bench on the balcony (well, there hasn't been any flour since 1965), I moved all the DVDs into my bedroom and moved the rest of the crafting reserves into the book cabinets in the study. I had to build huge staples of everything, and right now it all looks really ugly. I'll have to redo it (several times, most likely), to arrange them in a way that is both accessible and at least vaguely aesthetic.
What makes things more complicated is the fact that I've started to move things home from school, and I'll have to find room for that stuff, too. Unfortunately, the walls aren't made of rubber, so I don't know how I'll manage. I might have to throw out a great deal more stuff than I originally planned. At least a colleague was willing to accept my Star Trek novels as a gift, so I won't have to throw out those. But yeah, I am a bit pissed. It's so annoying not to have any hand storing space. I already have a lot of stuff standing in a tiny slot between my desk and the book-cabinets, sorted in square plastic baskets that are stapled on each other, but I never planned to live in a cargo bay. *sigh*
Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It doesn't mean I have to like, it, though, right?
First, I need to give you folks some background facts. We live in a 10-storey concrete monstrosity, together with 217 other families. Fact #1 is that - while reasonably well laid out - the flats are rather small, between 39 and 72 square metres. Ours it 53 square metres, including the infamous, leaking balcony.
Consequently, living space is spare and precious, so people tend to use every square inch that is available. Even the 2m x 50 cm x 50 cm cupboards outside the flats, right next to every entrance, where the electricity meter is situated. We aren't supposed to do that, of course, b/c of fire precautions, but everyone does it anyway - as I already said, living space is very precious. I kept some of my crafting materials and reserve exercise books there. Yes, I know it wasn't right, but those cupboards are so handy!
Now the disaster control organization paid the other building next to ours an unannounced visit, and they were not happy. The house management hung up an announcement in our building, warning us that the same can happen here, too, and those caught red-handed can expect a heavy fine that is about twice of what I earn in a month. Consequently, I emptied the handy little cupboard in panic and had to rearrange the entire frigging study (formerly known as Granny's room) and the book cabinet in my bedroom to somehow distribute the stuff that used to be in one handy, easily accessible place until then.
We had to throw out a great many old video tapes. I had to sort out my old, German Star Trek books. We put my reserve exercise books and some crafting materials into the flour bench on the balcony (well, there hasn't been any flour since 1965), I moved all the DVDs into my bedroom and moved the rest of the crafting reserves into the book cabinets in the study. I had to build huge staples of everything, and right now it all looks really ugly. I'll have to redo it (several times, most likely), to arrange them in a way that is both accessible and at least vaguely aesthetic.
What makes things more complicated is the fact that I've started to move things home from school, and I'll have to find room for that stuff, too. Unfortunately, the walls aren't made of rubber, so I don't know how I'll manage. I might have to throw out a great deal more stuff than I originally planned. At least a colleague was willing to accept my Star Trek novels as a gift, so I won't have to throw out those. But yeah, I am a bit pissed. It's so annoying not to have any hand storing space. I already have a lot of stuff standing in a tiny slot between my desk and the book-cabinets, sorted in square plastic baskets that are stapled on each other, but I never planned to live in a cargo bay. *sigh*
Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It doesn't mean I have to like, it, though, right?
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Date: 2018-09-29 07:12 pm (UTC)