So I was given the shitty 'noon-to-four' wait time today for the crappy HVAC guys. It is now 3:59 and they have yet to show. I did call, and yes, they're still on their way.
I get that sometimes things crop up unexpectedly, and blah blah blah, but seriously - it was a FOUR hour freaking window. Is it really that hard to make?
I so shoulda stayed at work; at least there it's air-conditioned.
I am sitting here literally melting in my 82 degree house, waiting for the A/C people to come give me blessed coolth. I am beyond tired because, hi, it's hard to sleep when your whole body is sweating profusely.
At this point, the repair folks could literally tell me the charge is an arm and a leg and I would offer them double. (Jo, did I use it correctly?)
My baby (11 months old today!) is sleeping on the bed beside me while I work. She is running a little bit of a fever and doesn't want to be alone in her crib. She looks so sweet and angelic that I reach down to smooth her hair off her warm forehead and rub her cheek and think, "Your giant head came out of my vagina."
Every fucking morning while I'm squinting at the sunshine and eating peanut butter out of a jar for breakfast and throwing myself together for work, my next door neighbors are perfectly productive.
The little wife tends to her garden every day at 7:30 am, right after she takes a long walk. The strapping husband starts the home repair projects at 8 am precisely. They look toward the kitchen window from where I'm staring blankly in their general direction with disdain for my unkempt flower beds and cheap-assed window treatments. Fuck 'em.
I said I would be back to posting on a more frequent basis starting July 1. The reason I chose that date is because this freelance gig was supposed to be done with by then.
Oh, it is so far from being done. I have earned the money for the A/C installation. Now I have four more weeks of this stuff with nothing left to motivate me other than my commitment and more money, but you know that can only sustain a person's will for so long.
I say four more weeks because that is as long as I am willing to commit. I don't want this thing ruining my summer. I have plans for August!
I have a really hard time finding the right lamps. I think I also need recessed lighting.
If you are on your way to the curb with your trashcan, don't the garbage men at least owe you the courtesy of slowing down? I chased those fuckers with my can for two houses as they obviously enjoyed the pajama clad barefoot sprint with the girls bouncing in all their glory.
I just remembered playing Scrabble with my mom and my aunt when I was about 10 years old. I put down the word, "cum." They froze and there was instant tension at the table. My mom cautiously asked me what that word was. I said, "Cum, like my cum file at school." My mom breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That is short for cumulative. You can't use an abbreviation."
I don't really like Scrabble.
We have been without hot water since Wednesday morning. That day, I didn't shower. Yesterday, I worked from home, showered at my sister's house and found out we need to replace our tankless water heater. Today, I showered at my mom's house and found out the cost of replacing the water heater is pretty much the exact amount I was saving for new carpet. Part of the reason for the unexpectedly exorbitant cost is the fact that our current water heater was installed improperly and is for a house less than half the size of ours. Thanks, previous homeowner!
I got a notice that my rent is going up AGAIN. According to the letter I received they are doing this not because of any improvement reasons, but only because they can. One would think, then, that they could replace the fucking burned out bulbs in the laundry room and hire someone to water the dying plants in the main lobby.
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