Sooooo NOT “Pro Joe…”

I’ve been in the process of cleaning out my storage locker. Years and years and two seperate businesses worth of equipment. This translates to an apartment crammed full of boxes, bike and guitar parts, bric-a-brac and all manner of filth; tracked in, packed in, and misc.

Today my landlord hits me with 2 day notice of the annual “surprise” apartment inspection.

I. Am. So. Screwed.

You literally cannot walk through the front door of my apartment without turning sideways, and I haven’t been in my bedroom in a week, because there are boxes blocking the door. I’ve been sleeping on the living room floor, because the couch is piled about 3 feet high with old bike clothing and climbing gear. Even if I could see more than the 6 square foot of floor that I’ve been sleeping on, I have absolutely no idea where the vaccuum cleaner is.

2 big UCI races next weekend, food poisoning this past weekend, I’m busy as Hell at work, I still haven’t built up a bike for this season, and now this…

Yeah. That’s just how I roll.

So Pro, Joe…