Coto de Caza HOA standards not exactly living up to your expectations, are they?
Oh good god no. We have like two days a year when our call center is closed and about four where we actually get holiday pay. On the other side of the coin, we have about a similar number of ‘required’ work days, where you are required to work even if it is your normal day off.
Well, that just sucks.
Coto was still pristine land when this house was built - I don’t think they’d even started building by the time I moved down here but I’m not sure about that.
OTOH, one doesn’t have to live in a gated community to resent living next door to people who cannot be bothered to take care of their property. What do lawns look like in Anaheim when they haven’t been mowed for at least 2 weeks? Not to mention the wealth of dandilions and the grass that is taking over the right side of their driveway…
On the bright side, I had an argument yesterday with crazy lady who was arguing that it was Friday, October 21st, and not Friday, April 22nd.
Second this. I had to move to a different job in an entirely different branch when my original job was relocated to the wilds of northern New Brunswick. It was either relocate with my original job (not in itself a serious problem at the time, but I was born in NB, knew what the area was like, and did not want to go there), take the offered one, or be laid off. I knew I would hate the offered job, and looked for any other opening I could, but ended up choosing to take it as the least bad option available.
32 years later, I am 3 years past entitlement for full retirement and still working in the same area, because I discovered that I like what I’m doing, like the people I work with, and love the challenges. Best work-related decision I ever made.
If the owners of these vacation cabins want me to consider their properties, they need to actually reply to my emails at some point!
Fucking thieves. We need to chop of hands for this shit.
Got home at 11pm last night, parked my car in the underground lot. Get down there at 7:30am to go to work.
Someone has been in my car. Took the Venture Bros Season 1 DVD I accidentally left on the seat, the whole $2.12 that I had in the change cup, and half a pack of Dentine Cinnamon gum.
Asshole. I want to find out who you are and have a ‘chat’ in the garage about this. Pray I don’t see you in the halls with my DVD.
We had the same problem when I was looking for a caterer for our wedding - no response over and over. It was the biggest stress of the whole stressful she-bang.
I hate that shit, too. We have to nail everything down and lock everything at all times or some sticky-fingered little bastard will walk off with it. What they can’t pick up and carry off, they break on the spot or deface.
Are you sure she wasn’t talking about the end of the world? 
Stupid, klutzy me! Caught my foot on an uneven tile at work, fell on top of said foot, and hobbled along till the end of my shift… Drove home, hoping that some ice and elevation and maybe an elastic bandage would be enough to get through the weekend. It wasn’t.
X-rays indicate a fractured cuboid bone in my foot, and the immediate med doc suspects some ligament damage. Of course, it’s a holiday weekend, so I can’t get an ortho referral until Monday (and I can’t just go to the one my husband uses, since it’s workman’s comp, and I have to stay within our provider’s network.) So it’s a post-op boot, a quick lesson on how to use crutches, and otc pain meds until at least Monday… sigh.
(The things I have to do to get a weekend off work!)
(Okay, there’s lots of silver lining: My husband is still off work from his knee surgery, so I don’t have to try to juggle the baby and the crutches until I have a more permanent stabilizer on my foot. My co-workers were able to juggle their schedules so that I could be off until at least Wednesday night. And I had already done Easter Bunny shopping, instead of my usual “if it weren’t for the last minute, I’d never get anything done” mode.)
Must have been a call from the Southern Hemisphere. The seasons are reversed down there, ya know.
No, you didn’t!
An argument is a collective series of statements to establish a definite position. Argument is an intellectual process. Contradiction is just the automatic gainsaying of anything the other person says.
No, it isn’t!
Yes, it is!
Knock it off, you two, or I’ll whack you with my crutches!
No, you won’t!
Yes, she will!
Try it!
That’s it. You asked for it.
“Oh freddled gruntbuggly/thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t!”