You guys are sweet. I really need to sit down and figure out what next. I've been avoiding that. Reality is I've been in an easy dead end job for 9 (fucking) years. I don't have a lot of ambition, really. Things always came easy, and I got used to that while being the Star. But reality, she does a fine job of equalizing. I've had dreams and slowly smushed them. Which is distressing, but whatever. No hairpats, I've done it myself.
No, the customer's not always right.
But the trick is making them feel at least partly right. Or at least don't tell them they are fucking out of their minds.
OK, I may have jury duty in a month, but at least it is likely I won't get the kid murder retrial. Uhg.
msbelle, I'm like ita in that. So you weren't ALL wrong.
Triplicate!
I promise myself I'd go to bed early, so I think I shall (for me.) We'll see if it works!
I am somewhat calmer now. Which is good.
Eureka's coming on in under two weeks! Set your TiVos now. And it's like a Fiesta de Ferguson, a Cavalcade of Colin, because on the Saturday beforehand you can catch him in his first teeny TV role, in Night Sins, and also in a much larger role as the protagonist in Ladies Night. Which also stars Starsky.
Hmm. I need to know if it's airing in Canada...
Every once in a while, I think that maybe I'm wrong, that maybe
this
time I'll like cherries.
Never happens though.
ita, I think Space is showing Eureka up here, but I don't know if it's going to coincide with the US showings. I think BSG is usually a month behind.
Eureka has now been added to my tivo to do list.
Sadly, that's probably the most exciting thing I did this evening.
Poor ita. Johanna's done well with Dell customer service on the phone (I think they've given her free stuff more than once), but she has super ninja complaining skills or something.
I just sent the following email to my landlord:
Dear Bobby,
It's been a week since I called you about the flooding in my bathroom. Damien hasn't contacted me, and the problem is getting worse. I don't understand this, since it would have been much less expensive to repair the leak, than it will be to replace the wall and ceiling. It's gotten so bad that the wall and ceiling are bloating, which means they're going to rot. I suspect that it will eventually collapse, and I don't feel safe in my own bathroom.
Bobby, I'm certain that you would be furious if someone's dirty bathwater was pouring into your house. My apartment is getting close to uninhabitable because of this disgusting problem.
I'm frustrated that no one seems to care, especially since I am a good tenant who has only improved my unit, is quiet, and more importantly, I have paid my rent on time every month for the last five years.
I've been pleading with you, and you've promised me repairs for a week. Filthy water is running down my walls as I write this. I don't understand it, really, and I'm so sad that I will have to call the city for an appointment for an inspection of my unit. In the past five years, I've had a flooded kitchen, it took three days to have a plumber come to stop the raw sewage that was filling my tub, and now this. It's the first time I've been so angry as to seek outside assistance.
I spoke to another tenant who has been battling them for years over repairs, and my next door neighbor is talking about lawsuits.
I just don't know what to do, my eyes are wellin up with rage tears.
Worst? Ruby's litterbox got completely soaked with filth water. If my cat gets sick, I'm going to fucking own this building. I'm done writing, and I will put the energy of a thousand fundraisers, fandom events, and bookwriting into hurting them financially.
