Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Setting your own schedule is a wonderful luxury - enjoy it! Good on you taking on the closets - mine have me cowed and unable to cull.
Eta: I think I am sleepy enough to quit worrying about the dog (who has no doubt been peacefully dreaming under a rose bush for the last hour). Don't you go getting up early tomorrow.
The only reason I am brave enough to cull is because I am facing an imminent move. I need to get rid of about 50% of my clothes, I really do. It's scary how many old, worn out, ill-fitting, or ill-made items I still own.
I have a box full of close that don't fit, but I can't quite get rid of it because I know there are some things in there that I love enough to hold on to in the hopes that someday they will fit again or I will alter them or something. I have moved it twice. I really need to cull, but I am weak.
Really going to bed now.
Ugh. Test today. Didn't actually fall asleep till 3am. SO sleepy and non-functioning.
Must shower and head out the door. Wish me test~ma.
Landlord just came by to fix things in my room, about 10 minutes after I'd woken up. Said, "Didn't my wife call you?" Apparently she did, about an hour earlier, and left a message, which I didn't get as I WAS ASLEEP. Just calling isn't enough, folks, you have to actually talk to somebody.
It was okay, cause I like him, and he's really easy-going. But I could have been asleep!
Just from the screen, it looks like vw and Emily are together! Weird.
My day got better, although I haven't gotten a lot done. Just one of those nibbled-to-death-by-ducks days. Didn't sleep well last night, as something was banging against the side of the house (TUNG!!! TUNGTUNG!!!). Turns out it was our awning, which I'd furled to keep it from blowing. I'm guessing the nanny lowered it to keep sun off the porch.
Then I discovered my shampoo had gone off. I didn't even know it could do that. That's what I get for buying the Exxon Valdez-size bottles.
And here's a question for the unAmericans, or anyone who might know: Why do bidets have drain plugs? I mean, why would you ever want to stop the water from draining and have the bidet fill? Unless you are, for example, 16 months old and have figured out how to block the overflow hole also.
Ok. I've had time to stew, and I am FURIOUS about what happened this morning. It is the straw that broke the camal's back.
I just called the landlord to yell at her, and while I was mid-sentence she interrupted my yelling to tell me she was on the other line, and could she call me back?
WTF???!!!!! 'Cause that's gonna CALM ME DOWN!
Damn, vw, nothing like getting a good rant on and having it cut short.
I feel for the sleepless peeps. I stayed up too late and now I'm paying for it in lack of focus. Ugh. Plus, I got into it with one of my workers (who is also a personal friend) and now I'm trying to figure out how to smooth things out and get everything back in balance. It was one of those cases where she was correct according to our old supervisor, but I'm the supervisor now, so I made the opposite decision and she just can't grok that. She feels it's a matter of company policy, but it's not written down anywhere. Also, she's just a tad officious and it's not her position to tell the other employees what they can or cannot do. It's leaving a nasty taste in my mouth.
Well, it's given me time to research the tenant's rights again. With the log of their behavior over the last month, I should have absolutely NO problem getting a restraining order against them.
Now, I don't want to do that. I don't even want to threaten it. But, if she doesn't make some changes, I sure as hell will.