Wheee, time to leave for the airport to pick up my mom. Of all the flights I have picked people up from *this* is the one that decided to have a wicked delay..

They want you to fold your clothes.

This would only happen if, as they always ask, someone else packed my clothes. "Okay. I confess. My luggage was packed by a terrorist. A really neat terrorist. He came to my door and offered to pack for me."

It never really occurred to me that I had a right to counter.

This is so my way of thinking.

Now I'm a bit put out that the Frontline Plus didn't protect him.

This is from way back but I thought Frintline dind't so much keep the ticks off the dog as it makes sure that when the tick bites the dog, the dog doens't get sick from it. Our dogs got ticks a lot when they were on Frontline but never got ill.

Now, back to work! (that was to me...)

Overheard on the bus this morning: "I'm striving for mediocrity."

Today's goal: Keep people from giving me anything else to do so I can clear everything off my desk before I leave for T-day at my parents' house on the 7:30 a.m. train tomorrow.

Tomorrow's goal: Make squash rolls and try not to eat them all before T-day.

Thursday's goal: Don't explode from eating too much.

I am so pissed. In July, the builder promised me that he would order a custom corner cabinet unit that would replace one of the existing cabinets. Yesterday, I was told by the slack ass management company that I needed to empty the current cabinet. Makes sense, right? This morning, the gentlemen arrived (17 minutes late) and told me that they were told to simply add a cabinet that they already had in the existing space. NO!

The management company is always fuckung up. I emailed them on Thursday with the outstanding issues. The next day, they sent me an email telling me that my parking space and storage unit were ready and that the cabinet could be installed early next week (this week). That seems to suggest that all of these things were available and they did not tell me. Plus, when I went into the garage the next day, I saw another car parked there, so someone had been told that the garage was available.

It took them an entire month to program my apartment into the entry system, and there was a problem with some of the lighting downstairs that STILL has not been fixed. I would rather not go into a dark recess under the stairs to throw away my trash, thanks.

ARGH! I have the developer's number somewhere. I'm calling him, I'm tired of this shit. Especially considering the amount of condo fee I pay!!

Overheard on the bus this morning: "I'm striving for mediocrity."

When you've really got it made is when you can be effortlessly mediocre.

I love this being married to an American thing. I'm taking Thursday off to do all Thanksgivingy things such as cook a turkey. Boy is also taking Friday off, but I'd feel a bit cheeky taking two days just for non-national holiday turkey.

Oh, Vortex, that sucks. It's your new condo. It's supposed to be full of excellence and good things, and right now it sounds like you have all the costs of home ownership plus the aggravations of being a renter dependent on other people for basic home maintenance bullshit. Which is kinda bullshit.

I found another snag with the offer -- they want me to start 12/3. Which is indeed the requisite two weeks away, but in brute reality it's just one week since one of those weeks is the short holiday week that we're in the middle of right now. If I do that it'll leave all the current people flailing, badly. So I really want to push the start date back; it's a point of honor, really -- I won't dick the current boss over like that, which should tell them I wouldn't do it to them either. I just need to figure out how to say it without sounding like I'm a weaselly waffler.