apartment fiascos cont'd

i'm back with updates!
please note the title of this post before you get excited that i've found a place...which i haven't.

to refresh, see the ad for the theater people here. also note their amazing spelling skillz. so this apartment is on 42nd between 5th and madison, which is a really nice block with huge skyscrapers...save for one, a rundown stone building with a nail place on the first floor. it's a 6th floor walkup. the door opens and the guy inside is soooo pretty. christian (his name, not his religion) is a filmmaker. the livingroom ceiling was 20+ feet tall with a huge skylight. and they weren't kidding about the stage, there is a tiny stage with a baby grand piano against black walls like a little cabaret stage. it's surreal. after a few minutes of small talk i finally ask to see the room. oh people. i've seen some small rooms. i really have. this may have taken the cake. it is triangular and fits a twin sized mattress and NOTHING else. there is a teeny bit of storage space above, accessed by a ladder. there were actually other people there in worse sleeping situations. right in the front door there was a hole in the ceiling with a ladder leading up to it. the space up there was nothing but a tiny dark whole...and there was someone sleeping up there. no joke.

next was the anal girl. her ad required that i send her my expectations about living conditions, how i clean and how often, what my schedule is, and on, and on. i get to her apartment and the room for rent is the same thing as her livingroom. there is a tiny folding screen that attempts, and fails, to provide any kind of privacy. i mentioned my concern that there wasn't any room in the cabinets for my dishes, etc. she pointed out a tiny cabinet and mentioned that i'd have to have all my own stuff because they don't share anything. and i mean, ANYTHING. there were literally two sponges and bottles of dish soap on the sink. there were even two different rolls of toilet paper in the bathroom. no, folks, they don't even share the toilet paper.

where do these people come from?!