No Good Really Bad Terrible Week

 It can end now.

I have water again.  Bath tub is working.  Still a drip but at this point I DON'T CARE.  I shaved my legs in the kitchen.  I am grossed out by that saying out loud.  

The plumber came back and worked on it.  He explained the old pipes and how this house has shifted and that more work needs to be done.  Oh, so you don't say?  It's not my cat putting litter in the bath tub.  We asked him if we would tell our landlord.  He was pretty decent and said he'd talk to him and has talked to him about it.  It was built in 1926.  What do you expect?

I got rather cold text messages this morning about when the plumber would be here and just said Thank you.  I will let him in.  I knew he was mad at what I did last night.  It was too much.  We tried to tell him and he wouldn't listen and I didn't know what to say other than Sorry to bother you.  Lo and behold, I get a friendly call that he has someone that might want to rent downstairs and possibly buy the duplex.  He wanted us to meet the young woman.  She sincerely seemed like a nice person.  Too young to take this dump on.  I really wouldn't mind someone like her as a neighbor.  I don't think she's going to want it after she saw the yard.  Yeah. The yard still looks the same. 

I've just been depressed.  I embraced my depression with some good old crying today.  I was feeling ok about things and this is just life.  We will start looking again.  It's obvious that he would rather sell fleece hoodies than take care of this property.  I am not feeling hopeful but I just want to try and see what we can find.  

I don't feel as behind considering I had time off but still drowning.  Latest drama is our new person telling me what that they're only going to work on certain tasks.  Well how are you different than anyone else I deal with?  I'm just exhausted from the entitled crap.  I used my kitchen sink as my bath tub the last three nights. To the Karens of America this week, I don't give a flying F.  

To the good humans, I hope your week hasn't sucked.  

I didn't call for my medical. I think I'm ok.  "knock on wood"

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