Intonation

Another bitch, this time submitted.

To the stupid girl with the red purse on the 1 to mumford Monday during rush hour -

You are an idiot. You consciously got on this bus, and then when it started taking too long, you hummed and hawed and stomped your foot and said ‘seriously?!’and acted like a total sulk loud enough for other bus patrons to notice.

Yeah, traffic sucks. Yeah, riding the bus sucks. But you were the one who chose to get on a bus with one of the busiest and most traffic ridden routes at rush hour.

Stop being impatient and acting like a brat. Your time is not worth more than the rest of the people riding on buses during rush hour.

— Patience is a virtue

Waaaah!

I had a very anxiety laden night after work yesterday. I just wrote a really long post about it, but it started to stress me out so much that I deleted it all.

Basically, last night sucked. I did get a foot rub to help remedy my stresses though.

Today my grandmother is in surgery having her pancreas removed. Overall, my anxiety provoking issues last night were not as important as what my grandmother is going through today. I’ll get a status update around 5pmish. She’s 68 and fairly strong, so I’m sure it will go well. I love her.

Another Bitch

To James Brown,

Why did you ever have to sing ‘Get Up Off of That Thing’? You are ruining my life.

I feel like I’m a test subject in an awful Pavlovian experiment.

— Wants to sit on her thing between 7am and 4pm

Moving

I was going to post this over elsewhere, but decided this was the most appropriate place.

Friday - We headed out to pick up the rental around 345pm. And good thing, because finding the rental lot sucked. We got back to our place around 430pm, started loading the elevator with boxes and by the time friends showed up we had successfully moved all boxes down to the lobby. Everything was loaded onto the truck within an hour. We drove the truck out to my parents place, went out for some food and drinks and headed back to the old apartment to clean and wait for a phone call from the new landlord telling us to come pick up the keys (the new tenant was moving some more stuff out and cleaning that night). He called around 930pm, we went out, got the keys, checked out the place, came back to the old apartment to clean some more and sleep on the floor (we were offered a few different beds, but decided not to freak the cats out too much).

Saturday - We woke up at 630am and started to finish up our cleaning immediately. In total, we spent about 7 or so hours cleaning. We packed up the rest of the stuff (fridge, bathroom) and drove it over to the new place around 9am (my uncle brought the truck over that morning). We started moving things off the truck around 930am and got some help around 1030. After the first trip up, I felt as though I had been murdered. We managed to complete the move in about 2 hours.

What went wrong - The old tenant in the new place hadn’t cleaned a single thing. I sort of thought she had never cleaned a single thing in her entire life. My mom spent FOUR HOURS in the bathroom cleaning. The oven was a complete disaster, floors needed to be swept. The old tenant left their (worlds largest) couch to be picked up on Saturday by friends (and wasn’t actually picked up until last night). After getting everything moved in, we went back to the old apartment to pick up the kitties and do some last minute cleaning. We brought our supers up to do the out inspection. They were upset with us because on Friday, they had asked if they could have painters come in on Saturday and we said yes, but not until we got the kitties out (2pm). They literally tore us a new asshole and acted as if we hadn’t even attempted to clean. When we spent almost 8 hours cleaning! They proceeded to tell us we could either come back and clean tonight, or pay almost 200 bucks to have cleaners come in. They went downstairs. I cried, a lot. We were going to take that 500 dollar deposit and pay for the truck, the beer we bought and some new nesting items. We went downstairs and told them we’d pay the 200. They asked if we wanted to pay cash or take it out of the deposit. We’re not stupid, so we told them to take it out of the deposit. I strongly doubt we’ll get anything back, even though our last unit in that building we had less time to clean (supers were pressuring us to finish the move) and we got the full deposit back…

Saturday night/Sunday - Saturday night we finished cleaning and did some unpacking and then hit bed. Sunday morning we went for (delicious) breakfast and went back to the apartment where we cleaned and cleaned, and unpacked and unpacked and cleaned some more. Our apartment is currently 85-90% finished. We have 3 more boxes of stuff, 4 more boxes of clothes and everything is clean minus a final sweep of the place once we finish everything.

All in all, it was an extremely frustrating weekend. I am now sick and COVERED (legs, arms, hips, chest) in bruises. I cannot wait to finish work for the day and head back home.

Yet another bitch I would rather not post in the local paper, but an incident that pissed me off none the less.

To the ignorant shit waging laundry wars on Saturday night:

So, I decide to be ambitious and get ahead of the game by doing my laundry on Saturday night instead of contending with the rest of the apartment building on Sunday. I go down to the laundry room on my floor, put my laundry in the washing machine, go back to my unit and set my timer for 25 minutes. After 25 minutes, I come back to put my laundry in the dryers. I wait about 5 minutes for the other dryer user’s time to finish, take their clothes out, place them on the counter. I put my laundry in, go back to my unit, set the timer for 45 minutes.

At 45 minutes, I go back to the laundry room to find that one of my loads has just finished, the other is sitting on top of its respective dryer, soaking wet. Just came out of the washing machine wet, not went through a 45 minute dry and is still a little damp wet. The dryer is still on though. I open it up, look in, only to find some douche has taken it upon them to interrupt my drying cycle to put their pantyhose, underwear and socks in the dryer. USING MY QUARTERS.

It is 8pm on Saturday night and I am lame enough to not have better plans except to be doing my laundry. All of your clothes could have easily be hung dry in your apartment (it wasn’t even a full load). But instead you choose to steal my quarters (possibly the last 4 quarters in my apartment), to dry your undergarments. FUCK YOU.

I took my still wet clothes up to another floor to dry, and threw yours on the floor (and then the counter, because I’m not a total asshole, just angry). I was going to confront you, but instead waited until you came back to finish drying your clothes with your own quarters. As soon as I noticed you had, I opened your dryer door. I’ve lived in this building for 3 years and have taken note of ‘laundry wars’, however you’re the only shithead who has ever stooped so low as to steal my quarters. Thanks for ruining my Saturday, you thieving jerk.

The current tenants were supposed to hear from their new landlords on Tuesday or Wednesday about when they could get keys and start moving.

It’s Friday, we’ve heard nothing and I’m starting to get really stressed out. What if they don’t move until the 31st?!

Then we’re going to have to rent a UHAUL and live in it for a day. Just thinking about this whole ordeal makes me want to cry.

I hate moving.

I’m pretty sure I’m not alone when I say that I truly hate everything about moving. Right now, our apartment consists of all of our big furniture and about 25-30 boxes. The boxes smell, and I’m allergic to cardboard, and it’s just not a comforting feeling. Also annoying, finding out you need something that has been packed in god knows which box. For example, my mother calls last night to ask “Can you find out exactly how your names appear on your passports?”. PASSPORTS! One of the very first things to be packed probably. I have a lockable container that holds our passports and cheque books. Two things we very seldom use. I’m sure I was able to cite the names exactly as they appear on the passports, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to dig through boxes to find them. Our new landlord said the current tenants had planned to be out by the 20th at the latest. Which was yesterday. On Monday he emailed us to let us know the current tenants were to hear back from their new landlords by Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest as to when they could retrieve the keys. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! This means that we had planned to move our big stuff on the 24th if all went well with the current tenants. Because this isn’t so, and I’m assuming that both current tenants have full time jobs to attend to during the week, they’ll probably be moving on the 24th. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! This means that we’ll be moving all of our stuff out on the 31st. Which means that we will have to scramble to do all of the cleaning we’re required to do in order to give our landlords the keys on time. My brain hurts just thinking about it :(

Another bitch. This time a co-worker is submitting it as they share my sentiments.

To the ladies in the office across the way and your bathroom etiquette:

Please stop leaving treats in the shared toilets on our floor. I have twice this week gone to use the washroom, only to be greeted by your poop. You leave the lid down as if by doing so, you will make it go away.

 Please flush twice.

Also, the other day when I walked into the washroom, one of you was just finishing up and leaving your stall. Instead of washing your hands, or even fake washing your hands for the sake of the other person in the washroom, you used hand sanitizer. Granted, this is better than nothing…but hand sanitizer is definitely not a replacement for soap.  Especially if you’re the person leaving treats in the toilet.

A local magazine has a section solely devoted to bitching.

To the condescending supervisor at an unnamed coffee shop –

I am sick of feeling patronized when I go into the establishment that employs you. It is actually a small portion of why I’ve stopped going there despite actually enjoying the product.

1 – I do not appreciate being called ‘dear’, ‘darling’, or ‘hon’ by someone who is probably the same age as me or younger.

2 – When I come in and ask for something that involves ice, and you insist on making whatever I ordered hot, and I explain that no, I wanted it with ice, and you then say ‘well we don’t have ice, I’ll make it hot’, as if I was supposed to magically know that your ice machine was broken. You could have just said ‘sorry, our ice machine is broken, would you like something else?’ instead of trying to upsell me something that was the complete opposite of what I asked for.

3 – Today, I come in after a few weeks of not coming in. I ask if you have ice. I get a snotty sounding (maybe intentional, maybe unintentional, I don’t know you, so it sounded bitchy) “we’ve had ice for a week”. Because as with the first instance of the ice machine saga; I should OBVIOUSLY have known that you’ve had ice for a week when it was gone for at least two. I ask for my drink. I specifically tell you how to make it. You respond “yeah, I know how to make it” and then “actually, I think I introduced this drink to you” and I say “no, I don’t think so” and you say “I’m pretty sure we had this conversation” and I say “nope”. I’M NOT GOING TO ARGUE WITH YOU. The drink is then made incorrectly. I make a small comment about it, get a response that I wasn’t entirely happy with, but the person who made my drink was nice enough, so I left without saying anything more. My drink tastes like shit.

4 – You’re a supervisor, you should know that your company most likely has some ‘customer is always right’ type of policy that tells you not to argue with a paying customer (we indirectly pay you), and if I as a paying customer say something like “I am 100% sure your ice definitely came from the north pole”, you should just smile and say “I’m not sure, maybe it does come from the north pole!”. Instead, you’re a patronizing bitch.

Enjoy your life, continue to patronize, I won’t be back.

I have a problem with my constant complaining. It’s exhausting me and others around me, so this will be my forum for complaining.

- I’m sick

- I want to stay home from work tomorrow to rest up from being sick, but I won’t

- I don’t want to do the gym tonight