The haunted barn has not-so-ghostly fleas
Oct. 25th, 2011 10:23 pmWHEE! Head desk. Spent 4 hours there helping with final wall placement and lights and feeling useless because of my arm. There is one guy there who, while is a super hard worker,is the most annoying man to ever live. He never shuts up. I could live with that but he's always a) interuppting while we're planning things, often with very enthusiastic ideas that are utterly impractical b) trying to scare us while working c) not following instructions. I can not believe how patient they were tonight when we were trying to use the darkness to place the dim lighting and he kept turning on a freaking hand held strobe. OMG, did we need to tell you three times that we need to darkness to judge the lighting? You're 30 something years old. Grow up.
In now particularly order my shirt and pants were in the mouth of a sheep, a holstein, a brown swiss and a donkey. Dudes I am not edible but YOU are, keep that in mind. The sheep and the holstein in particular wanted to be petted and started following me to every point they could still see me. THe strobe lights freaked the fuck out of the birds in the barn. The pigs will be IN the barn the whole time. Pigs stink. That is all.
I have a sore throat. My lymph nodes are swollen. I'll probably be dead in time for nano because I rarely get sore throats and when I do pneumonia almost inevitably follows. Have i mentioned I'm spending the next week in a barn in the cold? I was SO tired I fell asleep twice at my desk at work during a two hour long let's find the short in the fire alarm system session.
Got home to find a) either i left my house unlocked this morning or the landlord was in here. yipes. b) a note from the landlord, a rambling pissy, legally dangerous (for him) letter calling for a meeting of everyone. I'm not really worried about this. I do not have dogs. I do not have kids. I'm not the person who hasn't paid her rent in three months and is playing the race card and crying discrimination because of the eviction notice (but he should NOT have put that in the letter). I know letters to the sheriff and child protective services are not about me. I have not yelled at hte kids. I'm not parking on the back patio and I'm not leaving garbage on the porch (including a bed and a sectional sofa). I AM concerned about the new 'no pet' rule. I don't think he'll make me get rid of the cats but you can never tell. Mom thinks I'll get special treatment by him (and I might since i have ties to the school and I pay my fucking rent). Still, the letter has me in a pissy mood.
I'm too busy to do photos tonight.
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In now particularly order my shirt and pants were in the mouth of a sheep, a holstein, a brown swiss and a donkey. Dudes I am not edible but YOU are, keep that in mind. The sheep and the holstein in particular wanted to be petted and started following me to every point they could still see me. THe strobe lights freaked the fuck out of the birds in the barn. The pigs will be IN the barn the whole time. Pigs stink. That is all.
I have a sore throat. My lymph nodes are swollen. I'll probably be dead in time for nano because I rarely get sore throats and when I do pneumonia almost inevitably follows. Have i mentioned I'm spending the next week in a barn in the cold? I was SO tired I fell asleep twice at my desk at work during a two hour long let's find the short in the fire alarm system session.
Got home to find a) either i left my house unlocked this morning or the landlord was in here. yipes. b) a note from the landlord, a rambling pissy, legally dangerous (for him) letter calling for a meeting of everyone. I'm not really worried about this. I do not have dogs. I do not have kids. I'm not the person who hasn't paid her rent in three months and is playing the race card and crying discrimination because of the eviction notice (but he should NOT have put that in the letter). I know letters to the sheriff and child protective services are not about me. I have not yelled at hte kids. I'm not parking on the back patio and I'm not leaving garbage on the porch (including a bed and a sectional sofa). I AM concerned about the new 'no pet' rule. I don't think he'll make me get rid of the cats but you can never tell. Mom thinks I'll get special treatment by him (and I might since i have ties to the school and I pay my fucking rent). Still, the letter has me in a pissy mood.
I'm too busy to do photos tonight.
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