I'm tackling our home office slash quasi spare bedroom today. Let's just say that I should have done this room first. Books, papers, bills, files, cds, ack! I'm going insane in here. I've sniffed enough Afrin from the dust today to send me into cardiac arrest. Not to mention this is where Mr. Big has been stowing away all his Deer hunting magazines. Lord help me so I don't strangle myself. I'm sounding really insane these days, aren't I? I swear that I'm only using this blog to vent my frustrations. I'm okay in real life. Honestly.
The GE guy is coming today to fix a burner on our ceramic stove top. That was one of the "things to fix" in the contract. You know nothing pisses me off more than when you schedule an appointment and the service company tells you "sure we'll come out between 8-3". Ummm... could you be more specific? So, they tell me "8-12". Wow, thanks! I love having my day revolve around YOUR schedule. Not to mention I AM the one paying your repairman an obnoxious labor fee to put in a part that would take my husband 5 minutes to install, but hey, then the part wouldn't be covered under warranty! You guys know how to work it! Freaks.
To get me out of the house today... We're attending my FIL's retirement party at his office today. I'm getting all dressed up in a new outfit. I even had my hair cut yesterday. Dressing the boys up. Should be fun. I can socialize and hob knob with the Big Dogs. Hopefully I won't come off as nuts to them as I do to you guys in this post. Nah! I have faith in myself. I can hide the lunatic for a couple hours.
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this is from people who deserve a beat down blog - you brought it to mind! Hang in there!
Ah the cable company. Who else in the service business requires a six hour window to arrive to do their job? I'd like to ask my boss, "Dave, tomorrow I'm going to need a six hour window at which time I'll be in. I have the hours of 9:00 a.m .to 2:00 p.m. and 2:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. available, which works for you?" That would fly, much like swine from my kiester. And there's the availability rule--let's say you tell the guy the 2:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. window, and you're delayed and show up at home to meet him at 2:05 p.m. He's been there and is gone, leaving a note. If you are there before 2:00 p.m., you can bet your sweet bippy the cable guy won't show up until 7:55 p.m. It's enough to require therapy. I'd like to find the people who invented this sort of shenanigans and smite them mightily with a large alarm clock.
Off subject here - be thankful that it's just hunting magazines that K keeps in your office. The closet alone in my office is filled to capacity with hunting paraphernalia. Also, when K leaves you to go hunting in Louisiana, just think about this and say to yourself "phew, it could be worse".
Sad, huh : )?
Oops. My link didn't show up in my first comment post. It was about hunting. Sorry, doesn't make much sense without it.
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