Mrph.

I'm coming to the conclusion that the only way I can get actual info from my complex mgmt is by showing up in person. Which is dreadfully inconvenient.

Though I did get a "and it's about damned time they replaced it" from Trish, who dealt with me last year.

But still, if you say you'll call, fucking DO IT.

I had the joy today of sending a very non-passive-aggressive, non-defensive "hey, very hot important guy, sorry I keep being such a fuck-up" letter. Or email, anyway.

Gee, that sounds fun, brenda.

OH THANK GOD. It's finally nearly the time when I can leave.

Jesse is me.

Someone needs to remind me that it is a bad idea to throw seventh-grade study hall student out the window one by one until the rest get a clue that they need to STFU.

Oh Brenda. Yikes.

Timelies all!

Meh. I managed to slice my finger with a razor blade at work today. Luckily, the day got better after that.(It would have had to, right?0

I spent a significant amount of time today sitting out on my patio, reading. Tomorrow will be all frantically packing and traveling.

Today was meeting after meeting, and sadly they expect me to be both productive and informed these days. The honeymoon is over.

Now to PT.

ita is me wrt work.

I almost had to choke a bitch at a school function last night. WHO ACTS LIKE THAT!?!? Talking over a speaker, ignoring instructions and requests from people running meeting, letting kids be loud and/or run around. I mean seriously.

I did tell the one kid who hit me in the head to sit down and behave. Then later I told her mother that 1) I was unable to take a picture of my child because she was up where she wasn't supposed to be and 2) I didn't care that her daughter would cry if she had to sit with the other kids. You know what then. Stay the fuck home.

The people running things were just as bad, because if you are going to say that people need to act a certain way - then you need to enforce it. reprimand them and then ask them to leave. done. That may be the last school-wide function I go to until mac understands more and can request that I go.

So tomorrow, "the State of New Jersey will conducting its five-year inspection of this property". Unknown people will be in my abode, walking around with their shoes on, making judgments about - what? Will I get kicked out for the piles of paper on my desk or the piles of clothing (too small, too big, too ugly) on my bedroom floor? Or is it good enough that I'm not blocking the exits or making a fort out of towers of newspaper? I feel invaded. I hate it when they do this. There's probably been 5 inspections of some sort in the 2 years I've been here. That's never happened anywhere else I've lived. What is up with this?

So tomorrow, "the State of New Jersey will conducting its five-year inspection of this property".

WTF for? I mean, are they looking for something specific? Or is the state of New Jersey just nosy? Does the State of New Jersey Inspector's Union wield excessive political influence?