My daughter is being transferred to New Mexico, and of course will need a place to live. So I’m trying to do some basic apartment hunting over the internet.
Apartment management companies, having square footage of various floor plans is good, as is listing the number of bedrooms and bathrooms. But having a readable floor plan would be nice, and it would save you AND me time and trouble if you’d note whether or not you accept pets!
Time for more Advil.
I absolutely fucking *hate *leaf blowers. They’re the loudest, noisiest, most annoying things ever invented in history. With modern technology being what it is, you’d think someone could’ve invented a much quieter leaf blower.
I love many things about this time of year, but I absolutely cannot stand leaf blowers and the obnoxious assholes who use them and who think that it’s okay to selfishly subject the whole neighbourhood to high levels of noise just so they can get rid of leaves the easy way. Ugh!
You are not alone. But any attempt to ban them is always met by charges of racism. I kid you not.
Autodialed messages for someone with the wrong name saying if you’re not Wrong Name, don’t listen. It’s gone to voice mail, which kind of screws the idea of not giving out someone’s information. It’s obviously a collection agency fishing for information and casting an overwide net. I delete them as they come in.
Next call comes days later, at 8 AM exactly. On my day off. I’m up, but not awake. I’m annoyed enough to press 1 if I’m Wrong Name and yell. Get affronted statement that I don’t need to be rude. Explain loudly that rude is calling random people at eight in the morning, you find the file and you take my number out of it. I hang up.
Too soon to tell if I’m off the autocalls. If this had been the first time a collection agency had hassled me for no reason and if past hasslings hadn’t continued until I yelled and threatened, I wouldn’t have yelled.
And what kind of collections phone jockey is surprised to be yelled at?
Oh dear god use a fucking rake you moron. I have a splitting headache from your leafblower. You’ve been using it for over an hour. Lazy assholes. I will never understand why leafblowers aren’t banned. They’re insanely noisy. They pollute. They push animal feces into the air and up asthma rates.
Why havent they been outlawed? Are pols really that afraid of the fearsome leafblowers lobby?
You are not alone. But any attempt to ban them is always met by charges of racism. I kid you not.
http://www.ccblincoln.com/CCBL/Towns/PaloAlto.html
http://citation.allacademic.com/meta/p_mla_apa_research_citation/1/8/6/6/0/p186608_index.html
Or I could have just quoted this post.
:smack:
Really? It’s racist to ask people to stop using a shitty noisemaker that doesn’t work well, shoves animal shit into the air and gives kids breathing problems?
WTF?
Look dumb asses, you still don’t have to post to a thread to subscribe to it. It hasn’t changed. Just click on “thread tools” at the top of the thread and click subscribe. Then choose if you want to be e-mailed about it or not. Fuck.
WAG:
Leafblowers are an essential tool for people who want to have a successful landscaping business; that is, if you are going to make a living with cleaning the leaves out of people’s yards, you HAVE to use a leafblower. Raking simply doesn’t allow enough volume to make a sustainable business plan.
If leafblowers are successfully banned, landscaping businesses will go under, and all of their employees will be thrown out of work.
Leafblower operators (landscaping employees) tend to be Hispanic.
If you want to ban leafblowers, it can only be because you hate brown people for being brown, and you don’t want them to be able to make a living.
It really doesn’t. Apparently he is not familiar with the saying something outrageous style of humour.
I was always blown away by apartments not listing the rental price. First on just about everyone’s list - what rent are you charging? Don’t be so damned coy about it!
Even if you KNOW that, it may not mean anything. I was looking at an apartment a couple months ago, and the rent looked really reasonable. Then there was a fee for parking. And water. And..I donno, something else, totalling over $100 a month extra.
Oh, I remember. $500 or some such non-refundable pet deposit, plus another $50/month pet rent.
Not going back there.
Time for my annual winter rant - trucks, clean the damned snow off of your license plates. All vehicles, clean the damned snow off your car (don’t just make a little patch in front of the driver and leave the rest on). And home and business owners, clean your sidewalks (including the ice under the snow). I don’t mind winter, but I hate snow and ice for driving and walking.
checks Cat Whisperer’s location
Oh.
I thought you were joking. It’s like 86 F around here today.
How much ya got?
That’s not “coy”; it’s “diplomatic.” 
Yeah, no rent listed online. What’s more, apparently I’m supposed to fill out an application online. Or fax the questions. Out of five apartment complexes, ONE has a phone number listed. That I can call and get an actual person to talk to. Grrrr.
Lady in the silver Impala, you are a fucking menace and shouldn’t be anywhere near a car. I’ve already seen you do three stupid things on the road in a week’s time.
I know it’s the same woman because I recognize the dents in the car. She must live on my street, leave about the same time I do, and head to the same part of town because I see her nearly every damn day.
Last week you suddenly decided you needed to be in the far left lane on a four lane road when you were cruising along in the far right lane. Don’t look for traffic or use your turn signal or anything, just zip over across all the lanes. That screech of brakes then honking and cussing? That was me. I know you heard me, I saw you looking over at me.
Earlier this week I saw you blatantly run a red light and nearly hit two oncoming cars.
Then today you apparently thought that all the other traffic was pulling over to let you through. You were too busy tailgating me to realize there was a cop coming up behind us, lights and sirens blaring, and that’s why everyone was pulling over. You’re damn lucky the cop didn’t hit you as you tried to pass all of us. I would’ve laughed, but I wouldn’t want the cop to get hurt because of your idiocy.
I don’t know if you’re perma-drunk, too damn old to drive, on the phone, or just plain stupid. I’ve got a partial license plate number now, I will call the cops next time I see you driving like an asshole. I just hope you don’t take any innocent bystanders out before then.
One of my neighbors has a couple of rental properties. He has asked me to look at the listings and when I do, I always tell him that he needs to say how much it would cost to move in and if pets are allowed.
He tells me that he doesn’t do that because it allows him to get into a dialog with prospective renters. I tell him, that if I was looking for a rental, I’d call the people who have something that fits my needs first, but he never changes things.
Thats a guy who lives in my neighborhood. It must really suck to try to rent in a different state.
BTW, congrats for your daughter getting a job good enough to move that far away.
My rant: I just learned that I don’t pee when I’m scared, everything tightens up and nothing comes out. How did I learn this?
Because I went to the bathroom closest to where Steve the feral housecat hides. I sat down, started to do my business and suddenly, Steve started snarling. My bladder said “NOPE! No more peeing for you, stand up and put your clothes back on, then run away really fast!!!”
As I was trying to do the run away thing with my jeans half zipped, Steve came out from behind the toilet and ran the other way.
When I was looking for apartments to rent, I never wasted my time calling apartments that didn’t have the rent listed - they were always priced too high for my budget. There is no “dialog” with a prospective landlord - this is like people trying to do online dating who don’t want to give accurate details online - they figure the other person will meet them and they’ll win them over with their awesome personality, but that’s crap.
Your friend is shooting himself in the foot, in my opinion, but it sounds like you already know that. 
My mini-rant for this evening - what the hell am I hungry for? I have a craving, but I don’t know what for. I tried salty, then I tried sweet, and neither scratched the itch.
That happens to both DH and me every once in a while. “I want something, but what?”
Irritating.
Booze. It’s always booze.
God, I’ve got a near-two year old, and even I would have at least eye-rolled, or laughed, depending on who said it! Did you get defriended?
Maybe if I keep at it, I’ll have enough bricks to build a wall one day 
(Seriously, I love how the mini-rants thread has turned all hugs’n supportive, despite being in the Pit. Meanwhile I’m picking on people over in MPSIMS. Maybe I’ve got my priorities wrong…)