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Ripped a toenail off Thursday evening. It was the best thing to happen to me all week, since it gave me a legitimate excuse to skip a day at my WONDERFUL job.
Still waiting for Lulu to get off their collective duff and send me the proof copy of Hilltown, so I can check it and OK it. Still waiting for the motorcycle salesman to get me a proper title so I can get my motorcycle licensed and maybe take it on a ride. I mean, making monthly payments and insurance payments so it can sit in my garage and rot is really cool and all that, but I had hoped, perhaps unreasonably, to actually RIDE the thing once or twice.
Honest Businessmen in two different cases said "Nothing's wrong and we'll send someone right out to fix it," but the problems aren't fixed, the complaints continue. The Conspiracy People around That Site are calling the EPA, so the EPA (who never actually do anything themselves as far as I can tell) are having me go out and do crap out there all over again. That I've done a hundred times. When they're not tying me up in conference calls.
Boss nagging me to do pointless paperwork but I must investigate all complaints but we have a budget crisis and travel restrictions so I can't leave the office to do it.
House torn up, shit everywhere, too tired to do anything about it (and this weekend I'd bleed all over it if I tried), don't have money to pay anyone else to do anything about it.
Whine whine whine. Geez, I even bore myself.
I don't know. On the job and off the job, people promise to do things for me, and then they don't. Same... stuff, different day, again and again, year after year, forever. I guess it's my own fault for not raising hell. My fault for trying to be reasonable with people. I get what I deserve-- nothing.
Still waiting for Lulu to get off their collective duff and send me the proof copy of Hilltown, so I can check it and OK it. Still waiting for the motorcycle salesman to get me a proper title so I can get my motorcycle licensed and maybe take it on a ride. I mean, making monthly payments and insurance payments so it can sit in my garage and rot is really cool and all that, but I had hoped, perhaps unreasonably, to actually RIDE the thing once or twice.
Honest Businessmen in two different cases said "Nothing's wrong and we'll send someone right out to fix it," but the problems aren't fixed, the complaints continue. The Conspiracy People around That Site are calling the EPA, so the EPA (who never actually do anything themselves as far as I can tell) are having me go out and do crap out there all over again. That I've done a hundred times. When they're not tying me up in conference calls.
Boss nagging me to do pointless paperwork but I must investigate all complaints but we have a budget crisis and travel restrictions so I can't leave the office to do it.
House torn up, shit everywhere, too tired to do anything about it (and this weekend I'd bleed all over it if I tried), don't have money to pay anyone else to do anything about it.
Whine whine whine. Geez, I even bore myself.
I don't know. On the job and off the job, people promise to do things for me, and then they don't. Same... stuff, different day, again and again, year after year, forever. I guess it's my own fault for not raising hell. My fault for trying to be reasonable with people. I get what I deserve-- nothing.
