And still more bizarre

[cornerofmadness]

So the worker shows up to fix my place. that's right. worker. singular. to try to put up crown moulding. Um...okay. He knows nothing about my bathroom (naturally) does know about the two doors. He looks at the front door and said the threshold is totally shot. ANd the back door, 'did this get wet?' Yeah flooded 4 1/2 years ago going on 5. 'it swelled the wood and it's busted the threshold up into the door.' I know. I keep telling them that. 'it needs fixed.' yeah. He doesn't want any help going in and out of my house getting this wood. No drop clothes so my one singular one (in the wrong place) did nothing. He was only to put wood where the ceiling had come away from the walls so now there's this half assed finish that isn't on every wall.

Half way through this, he gets bored and starts talking to me. (I've been hiding in the computer room away from the nail gun). He freely bashes my landlord's shoddy ass work (He's going to truck driving school soon so I guess he doesn't need this job for much long). He's shaven headed, 30ish, tells me he's a recovered addict with grown kids (so maybe he's 40ish),with a ZZ top beard (Roy finds him fascinating. Kanda and Soul are under the futon). He tells me after this job he has to drive to South Carolina after his dogs which he has left with his sister (since he's a little unsettled up here). His nephew tells him that her husband (who hates this guy) is trying to sell them, pretending he has the papers. So what does have tough guy have as dogs? YORKIES. And the bitch cost nearly 2 grand so he's racing down to SC to save his dogs. With my luck he was so worried about the rat dogs, my moulding will fall on my head. He leaves a box of caulk here that I walk up the hill to give to the landlord. WHy couldn't he forget something I'd want?

Then I open my mail. This time my loan company lost my income tax return. And I lost it. I've mailed this stuff one, faxed it twice so now three copies of this stuff (with my SS# on it) is missing. I kept screaming how could you lose it. We didn't lose it ma'am. Really then why did you send me a letter saying you don't have it? We never got it. You had it LAST time when you didn't have the other paperwork so now you have that paperwork but not my taxes. I swear to god, if I could think people to death....

My gastric paresis is really bugging me. check this out. I'm still working on my diet (I need to give this link to a hard core vegetarian coworker who USED to be content to live and let live but no longer is. SEE I can NOT eat raw fruits and veggies. sorry). Yeah btw the botox to the stomach is my next step.





this one is between my college and my vet. I'm betting the more falling down one by my place looked just like this once upon a time. this one is in slightly better shape