Still love my new boss.
Had a minor panic attack when I came home and there were Vermont plates in the driveway. This being my landlady checking out the damaged house of my former neighbors, and my walk-up filled with weeds and the overflowing ashtray she surely saw when leaving a note in my door. Hi, your tenant is a slob!
This is the first time she's been by in three years. Yeah, lady, when I move out, this apartment is going to be a fucking disaster, because you never responded to my upkeep requests, and fuck if I'm going to do any landscaping without discount on the rent.
Thirty years ago, PETA was mailing envelopes with razor blades in them to random employee addresses at Emory's Yerkes Primate Center. If PETA had a sane period, it was earlier than that.
I bought an apple fried pie at a farmers' market this afternoon. After eating it, I wish I had bought all the fried pies.
Tomorrow I will brave the DMV to get car titles straightened out. My Jeep needs to be in my name, the Mustang needs to get its identity legalized, and the Rodeo needs to be confirmed as no problem. Happy joy joy. Must make sure the tablet is charged and my hands are up to crocheting.
Nothing like going to the mailbox to grab the mail and having your neighbors point out that there's a film crew down the street, filming for a news segment on the mail theft that's been going on. The really annoying part is that everyone in the neighborhood is pretty sure about who is doing it (because they've been busted for mail theft before), but no one has caught them in the act to get them arrested again.
Hi locking mailbox that was just installed today. You're my new favorite thing.
On a conference call at work today, one of the participants was named Geoffrey, pronounced with a hard G. I've never before come across anyone who pronounced it that way. I kept having to restrain myself from asking, "Are you
sure
that's how to say your name?"
So the fucking neighbors put an old sofa out in front of my house, and my mother just got a $50 fine because of it. I guess the city sends people out looking on Sept 1 or 2, because I actually moved it over to their house pretty soon. I also bet it was from someone moving
out,
which will make it harder to collect. Oy vey.
Is there an appeal option? If she has the time, pursuing that usually gets it dropped. But if you time is worth more than that...
Because I had a helluva time taking this damn selfie: [link] My senior prom dress, on me tonight. It's a little big, which is weird because I'm 20 lbs heavier than I was in 1993, bigger bra cup, but a lot more muscled and less baby fat padding . And I wasn't heavy back then and am not now. (Until about 6/7 years ago, I was anywhere from 20-50 heavier than I have been these last years.) Funny how body shape changes.
That's a lovely dress, sarameg.
Is there an appeal option? If she has the time, pursuing that usually gets it dropped. But if you time is worth more than that...
Yeah, there is, but she probably won't bother.
