So an entire 1'x9' panel of plaster came down.
What, just randomly? You were sitting at the breakfast table and *boom* rogue plaster panel? Weird.
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So an entire 1'x9' panel of plaster came down.
What, just randomly? You were sitting at the breakfast table and *boom* rogue plaster panel? Weird.
Could you have gotten Sunday delivery and not noticed, Tep? I had something delivered on a Sunday recently and I think they brought mail as well as the package.
Could you have gotten Sunday delivery and not noticed, Tep?
Maybe for the letters in the box, but I saw the USPS truck pull up and the mail carrier bring the package up on the porch this morning, so I know at the very least the package was delivered today. As for the letters, they might have been delivered Sunday, but that's never happened before.
I really like my time traveler theory.
My appetite has been varying a lot lately. Some days I'm not hungry much at all for lunch. Then there's days like today, where I'm hungry for half a chicken. With roasted Brussels sprouts and mashed potatoes and gravy.
Tep, was your package from Amazon? They have an arrangement for Sunday/holiday delivery with the USPS. Or it could have been a handoff from FedEx or UPS. USPS completes delivery for both of them for certain types of shipping.
I'm guessifying that the wallpaper was the only thing holding the plaster up....
Or a really really late postal worker finally finishing his route.
Theo, no wallpaper in sarameg's living room. The walls are painted.
I could see it happening based upon the fact that the previous owner didn't really take care of the house. As soon as a fix attempt is made, shit starts falling apart. I'm noticing that in my house now too. Covering it up is not the same as repairing it.
Tep, was your package from Amazon? They have an arrangement for Sunday/holiday delivery with the USPS.
It was! That explains the package, but not the letters. Which means I still could be a time traveler. Woo!
Yikes on the plaster falling, sarameg! That would ruin my week, I suspect.
Today I ran the dog, painted a bookshelf, and started re-seasoning my cast-iron frying pan (strip the seasoning off, coat it with flaxseed oil and then wipe all the oil off, put in cold oven, turn oven to 500 for an hour, turn oven off, after 2 hours put more oil on and repeat; you're supposed to do this six times).
Later today I have a followup interview. I'm still really really on the fence about this job. I'm kind of terrified of going back to being a project manager in a consulting firm, because my life has been stressful enough the last four or so years, but at least the work itself wasn't.
I can't decide if I should just give Current Employer one last chance to hire me. Argh.