Weak in the Knee

Yesterday, after looking at apartments over a four day weekday stretch, I had the leisure of sleeping in. Waking up for early morning appointments to look at one- and two-bedroom apartments at times when I am usually asleep, to travel to undiscovered parts of Toronto and evaluate each one with a criteria known and occult expected by my absentee fiancée, to call and arrange with landlords times to see an apartment and then show up the next day to discover that they lied over the phone about availability, can be tiring. I was exhausted, especially, after looking at apartments that were still occupied, and having to remain steadfast against the presence of their disgruntled occupants and their cranky tirades about my transgression upon their everyday lives, and having to look expediently around the structure and interior of an apartment under the Evil Eye of these occupants. Questioning landlords about prices, availability, underground parking, proximity to subway, pets allowed or not, utilities included, and lease terms, was as frustrating in person as well as over the phone due to their sometimes duplicity as explaining poetry to a class of first-year university students.