Super Flies and Super Monsters
I am hoping my mom gets some sleep. It was not a great day for either of us. Last night, we left after I signed off and we drove to see what a rental looked like on the east side. It was actually a really nice neighborhood. Busy street and from what my Reddit informants said, the best street to live on in that part of time. There's a lot of catches though on what you would need to do. My mom asked about places like Wal-Mart and I said we would have to back track to our old one because I don't think the one in that area is really the best or the safest. I think she realized maybe that wasn't the best idea since we wouldn't have access to a lot of places. It was nice to take a drive again.
I am hoping that the fly situation dies down. I can't believe that creep downstairs. When we left, I didn't think he was home and the F bombs flew. He was home and you know what? I don't care. I'm angry and tired of living with this monster who got mad over a garbage can yesterday with his door slamming and we're the ones swatting flies and spraying to kill them. They seemed to come around the kitchen window which was in direct line of where that stupid garbage can sat. After he left for his stupid job, I came outside to take out Precious' litter and there the garbage sat. My mom was going to call the city. I didn't want any problems and if that stopped the flies, I'm moving it. He had food, his garbage and the books from what looked like maybe high school sitting in the garbage. Plus they did use the second garbage can by the garage as well. Pigs. Disgusting entitled pigs. Go home to your parents and learn some manners.
He tries to do the intimidation thing with the door slams. Grow up. Oh boo hoo, landlord said something? GOOD! About damn time. Entitled creep. I'm the one who pulled the heavy garbage can down the steps, not him. I'm the one who shoveled when he didn't. I'm the one using a fly swatter and spraying Zevo because his friends the flies are coming up here. Our landlord told us to get fly traps and he would call an exterminator if that didn't do the trick. We didn't get fly traps and we're not going to get an exterminator. It's my hope that this will die down and they'll find their home in his place.
My mom commented that they must have flies in their place. I said maybe that's their snack for the day. Ever think of that? He and his girlfriend are creepy and weird and that's in a JD Vance way.
She was tearful before we left because she had killed about 8 of the flies that were swarming around and I got 2 in the dining room area where I work. I may get more of the stuff I got from Target. It's not as filled with chemicals like other sprays and she gets headaches from that stuff. It doesn't help me either and make me more angry that I'm going out and buying this because of a disgusting filthy creep. He's slamming doors because someone told him to take a garbage can down by the garage. HOW ENTITLED. I'd like to send him home to his mom. Prick. That's kind considering what I said in the hallway last night when we left.
Every night he sits on that porch and has his dogs barking and the entire neighborhood can hear him. He is a blight on the neighborhood.
Before we left, I was finishing up for the day and I had a question on one of that tasks that I saw in the que that I normally work on. Someone had asked to cancel a deposition I set up and I hadn't put it in my name. I saw that it did get picked up and it was the by the lurker. She had written a comment about nobody picking up this task. She handled it and she abandoned one of the tasks I had for a follow up. I'm so tired of her doing stuff like that. There is still a question I have on it. I'm sick of her stomping on my feet and she's got a friend now that does it too.
I guess you could say I have zero expectations of the day. I'm so tired of the spoiled and entitled. Just really hoping I'm not buying another bottle of Zevo fly killer spray at lunch because we did kind of go through a lot yesterday.
Just a bunch of creeps in my life. Go away creeps.
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