Don’t tell me what to do. That’s the little voice’s job.
So after my commanding decision to kick myself in the ass and get with the program of just being me, I have done just that. Much to a few people’s dismay, of course. Why do we have to remind ourselves to just be ourselves? Why do we forget this? Why do we allow other’s opinions to matter so much? I just don’t know. All I know is I made a pact with myself several years ago: Society’s rules mean little to me; I have my own moral code and as long as I don’t break that, then I am good. And I am – good, I mean. Things aren’t perfect – there’s no harem surrounding me, just saying – but overall, my life doesn’t totally suck. Now, if I can take this motivating attitude and put it into action?!? Baby steps.
My weekend was okay – Friday night was an interesting talk about what to do with the basement. I believe D and I have figured it out – whoohoo! It is mostly within our skill set and I have already put feelers out regarding an electrician to assist. Saturday, J and I went out for National Garage Sale Day – a very disappointing shopping trip, I must say. Neither of us bought anything at the garage sales. We bought some organic bread – hmmmm, the bum bread is soooo nummy (okay really it is roasted potato bread, but it is shaped like a bum, and it’s soft so you can squeeze it and pat it, just like a bum!). J bought some groceries from a couple different stores and then back home to wait for those returning from Blood Bowl. A good talk and then we parted so we all could get some food into us. I ended up eating far toooo much bum bread for supper, but Dang! It was good. Saturday night ended with a pretty decent deep conversation with D, followed by another hot, sleepless night. Sunday, we installed the ceiling fan in the master bedroom!!!!! Thank the goodness! It had one huge fight in the middle (to be expected, of course), but it is installed and works. I love it. I slept with it running at medium speed all night and it was still quieter than my old table top fan. I am very happy. However, I still slept like crap, because it was still 27C in my room. Ack!
Today, I came home to find my back gate open, my rain barrel marked up and a mess in my backyard. I already wasn’t feeling very well and then this. While I am very happy they have FINALLY started installing my stucco, how about a little respect? How about cleaning up after yourselves? How about no spilled food across my back yard, no garbage moved around, no hose left spilled across the lawn and under your tools, no large equipment and mounds of sand BLOCKING MY DRIVEWAY!!! We have waited so long and have had our chains jerked by this subcontractor so much that I am tired of it. I want to be treated like Mike Holmes’ clients are. Heck, I would just take for my yard not to be destroyed by their crap. And them following through on the promises they make – Eg. When we tell you the driveway can’t be used, don’t use it. When you say you will start two Wednesdays ago, start or at least have the decency to call and let me know why you are delayed. And the main contractor is peeving me off because we have called him a few times and he keeps just putting us over to this sub-contractor. No – I want YOU to come down to my house, see the issues I have and deal with them yourself. This sub-contractor didn’t do the fascia, why should he answer my concerns about it? Hello – anyone home?!?
Okay, that’s my rant. Work is going okay. I have a lot on my plate as well as applying for some other positions (so I have a choice what happens to me, instead of management). On that note, I should find my most recent resume and cover letter and then get back to making peanut butter butterscotch squares… Did you hear that A? I am making squares. Heehee.
My weekend was okay – Friday night was an interesting talk about what to do with the basement. I believe D and I have figured it out – whoohoo! It is mostly within our skill set and I have already put feelers out regarding an electrician to assist. Saturday, J and I went out for National Garage Sale Day – a very disappointing shopping trip, I must say. Neither of us bought anything at the garage sales. We bought some organic bread – hmmmm, the bum bread is soooo nummy (okay really it is roasted potato bread, but it is shaped like a bum, and it’s soft so you can squeeze it and pat it, just like a bum!). J bought some groceries from a couple different stores and then back home to wait for those returning from Blood Bowl. A good talk and then we parted so we all could get some food into us. I ended up eating far toooo much bum bread for supper, but Dang! It was good. Saturday night ended with a pretty decent deep conversation with D, followed by another hot, sleepless night. Sunday, we installed the ceiling fan in the master bedroom!!!!! Thank the goodness! It had one huge fight in the middle (to be expected, of course), but it is installed and works. I love it. I slept with it running at medium speed all night and it was still quieter than my old table top fan. I am very happy. However, I still slept like crap, because it was still 27C in my room. Ack!
Today, I came home to find my back gate open, my rain barrel marked up and a mess in my backyard. I already wasn’t feeling very well and then this. While I am very happy they have FINALLY started installing my stucco, how about a little respect? How about cleaning up after yourselves? How about no spilled food across my back yard, no garbage moved around, no hose left spilled across the lawn and under your tools, no large equipment and mounds of sand BLOCKING MY DRIVEWAY!!! We have waited so long and have had our chains jerked by this subcontractor so much that I am tired of it. I want to be treated like Mike Holmes’ clients are. Heck, I would just take for my yard not to be destroyed by their crap. And them following through on the promises they make – Eg. When we tell you the driveway can’t be used, don’t use it. When you say you will start two Wednesdays ago, start or at least have the decency to call and let me know why you are delayed. And the main contractor is peeving me off because we have called him a few times and he keeps just putting us over to this sub-contractor. No – I want YOU to come down to my house, see the issues I have and deal with them yourself. This sub-contractor didn’t do the fascia, why should he answer my concerns about it? Hello – anyone home?!?
Okay, that’s my rant. Work is going okay. I have a lot on my plate as well as applying for some other positions (so I have a choice what happens to me, instead of management). On that note, I should find my most recent resume and cover letter and then get back to making peanut butter butterscotch squares… Did you hear that A? I am making squares. Heehee.
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