Our neighbor, who is religious about yard care and mows his lawn every other day, has had a disabled television sitting on the curb for six weeks. It’s obviously NOT going to be taken by the usual trash collection guys and even if it was salvageable for some reason (not that anyone wants big old CRTs, ask Goodwill) six weeks of wet weather hasn’t helped it any. At this point I assume he’s waiting for it to be reclaimed by Mother Earth and used as an opossum nesting habitat or something.
What makes this extra perplexing is that someone down the street did the same exact thing earlier this year. That TV finally went away after a month and change so it’s not as though there was any question about the garbage men taking your giant-ass TV off the curb.
Just a little note to she-who-watches-too-much-DIY-TV.
It’s amazing! We are still married. But I’m going to collapse into a fetal position and cry uncontrollably if you don’t stop it with the “perfection” attitude.
Examples:
(1)
We are both tired and ready to fall asleep on our feet but you have to take another 30 minutes redoing a section of the back splash in the kitchen because the tiles are slightly crooked. That section? Its behind the over oven mounted microwave unit. Apparently she wants to impress whoever it is that eventually replaces the microwave unit long after we’ve moved on. They will be amazed at the beauty of the tile work during the 20 minutes the wall is exposed.
(2) The corner round molding on the floor has a junction that isn’t quite flush. A quick fix would be to caulk the gap and paint over it. But no, we have to re do the second piece 2 times until the gap is flush. The location? BEHIND THE REFRIGERATOR.
Somehow she can ignore the little imperfection fixes that were made by the professionals that built the house but goes bonkers when our project work isn’t perfect.
Post something like this on Craigslist, in the free section:
That last part is useful – otherwise you get people emailing you asking if it’s still available, or lots of scrappers driving through the neighborhood. And it’s not much work to either remove the Craigslist ad or add “Gone” to the title.
You’ll be astonished how quickly it will be gone. I’ve done this with some of my old stuff – it’s always gone within 24 hours, sometimes much less.
I had to drive from Sacramento to Los Angeles over the weekend. There are only two routes to do this, the 99 or the 5 freeways.
I took the 5 down and took the 99 back. All in all, I encountered over 200 construction projects. Sometimes closing one or two lanes, once closing ALL lanes and forcing us to drive on the shoulder for a mile.
I have made these drives multiple times over the past two years. I get that infrastructure is important and highways need repair.
But when you start a construction or repair project…HOW ABOUT FINISHING ONE?!?!?!? Seriously! Every project that was going on in 2013 is still going on today and they have added 50 more. We appear to have cornered the market on orange cones and white cement dividers. Seems they will not be happy until every fucking inch of blacktop is ripped up and the dust chokes us all.
The problem is that most places have not done any real infrastructure maintenance in decades, so everything is getting to the “it needs to be fixed/replaced now” point all at once.
My two coworkers, who are respectively 50 and 60, are frankly ridiculous when it comes to birds and dogs. Both are terrified of birds. Both of them literally shriek with terror if you tell them bird stories, like “A bird got inside Home Depot and flew around”. They are histrionic drama queens and you can’t even tell them about a nice bird story without them hyperventilating. Seriously, mention you went to a zoo and a peacock was walking around and they start acting like seven year olds.
Yet both of them have rescue dogs with aggressive tendencies. And I have said this before (but no one listens to me) - there is no bird who has ripped a toddler’s face off. I like dogs just fine and think they make great pets but there is no doubt that they can be dangerous, aggressive animals. Whereas most pet birds will, when mad, pinch you, hard, and back away. They have wings, they fly away from threats, they don’t really need to stick around and fight.
It just annoys me so much. Shrieking?! What are you, fucking 12 years old? Stop trying to get attention for yourself with your fake ass fear of birds - yeah, I said it, I don’t even believe you’re afraid of them. And even if you were, I AM NOT BRINGING ANY BIRDS INTO THE OFFICE. And yet one of them has brought their aggressive dog into the office, where she (the dog) snapped at another coworker.
Hon, it’s a water park and it was ninety degrees outside yesterday. Your nasty comments to my girls were when they got a little bit of water on your back in a water park were ridiculous.
A very public hissy it. I gave her my hardest stare and walked away with my daughters to another part of it. I mean she was wearing a frigging bathing suit and sitting in a pool for cripes sake. What did she think was going to happen?
Why not? Ive seen it done at other sports bars. Its not rocket science. As a matter of fact, the fact that I have to ask for a popular spring event to be put on the TV at a sports bar shows carelessness and poor planning on the part of management.
As for #1, one of the most common complaints by diners is not enough time between the appetizer/soup/salad and the main course, forcing the diner to either quit or rush their first course before the next course gets cold. I don’t know how you eat, but if you like have four plates of food squeezed together at your table then knock yourself out.
I especially love the server who shoves my plate of salad over while Im eating it to make room for the too-soon cooked food on my already undersized table. That usually elects a death glare and smaller tip from me.
Ugh. I like my old friend, I really do. She’s one of my best friends. But today she wrote on Twitter, “Life’s too short for doubts. Love yourself enough to do what you want.”
It’s not everyone who can just “do what they want” in life. My friend is lucky enough to be able to do what she wants in life, and it’s not only because of lack of doubt, or loving yourself, but because her parents are rich enough to still support her.
sigh And I feel like a bit of a bitch to complain about my friend, because I really do like her. (Maybe I’m just envious?)
I seriously hope Peter Dinklage isn’t terribly frustrated by not having become and NBA player. “Doing what you want” is in great part a matter of “within what you can”.
In further unsurprising news, my aunt is nuting fucks. I don’t wanna bore y’all, but she wants to have her whole cake, eat it and sit on it, all at the same time.