Ever since Kim and I have moved into our latest apartment, we have been doomed to spend each night in a purgatory of minor discomfort and restlessness, followed all too quickly by mornings of aches, pains, and headaches due to our horrendous mattress that I like to affectionately call the "Box 'O Rocks."
So, after our wonderful trip to Penang over the Chinese New Year, where we were given a brief respite on what seemed like a mattress from On High, I started to spiral very rapidly into fits of daydreams involving Box 'O Rocks, a road flare, and ample amounts of lighter fluid. The problem was that replacing good 'Ol Box wasn't just a matter of going to the mattress store and picking out his eventual successor. You see we are renting a fully furnished apartment here in Malaysia, and we pay a pretty sizable premium so that we did not have to incur the cost of shipping or buying and selling all of our furniture needs for this one year excursion to the Orient.
After making a few phone calls to the landlords and leaving messages to the effect that "Rocks" doesn't rock, Kimberlee and I made the decision to not pay rent until we were sleeping on little clouds, surrounded by cherubs; or at least a mattress that did not have an army of gnomes waiting for me to fall asleep and wreak havoc on my shoulder blades.
We had to wait for four days before our landlord finally called, "Paul did you forget that the rent is due."
"Oh, about that. Kim and I have been trying to get a hold of you. Did you get my messages about the mattress?"
At this point we engaged in an overly long conversation about brands, conditions, etc. I won't go into the mundane details.
The ultimate outcome was that our landlord did the right thing. Yesterday we got a new mattress that feels amazing. This morning was the first time since we moved in about eight weeks ago that I did not wake up sore. Of course, the first Saturday I have this glorious horizontal sleeping surface, I have to be at work by 8:00 am...