And that is why bolding names is a custom here, if anyone was wondering. 
No - I don’t think anybody can call that an upside. You do know that your cat said to one of his buddies “I bet I can get my servant to shave my ass.”
Speaking of asses, would it be possible for you people to make up your fuckin’ minds as to what you want? I know you are important people, but you have been having day long meetings, once a week, for a month now; and not one decision has been made. Tell me what you want, and I will deliver it. Keep dithering and I will keep playing games on my new smartphone.
Agree. I’m not going to deal with this today, but I’m back burner-ing in my mind how I am going to basically say: We need to share this, what part can you do? I can do this.
Clearly, swinging between weeping and furious isn’t going to work. 
Wait…do you need your ass shaved?
d&r
Fucking roommate. I rent two of the rooms in my house out and over a month ago, one of the girls told me she needed to move out at the start of June because school’s out and she’s moving back home. No big, fine. She says her last final is Monday the 7th and asks if she can move out on the 9th. I say I’ll prorate the rent for the 9 days, but sure that’s fine. We briefly discussed her maybe storing her bed and desk in my garage for the summer so she doesn’t have to move it 5 hours away just to sit in her parents’ garage, but she said she’d let me know. Still no big.
The 9th rolls around and I’m at work, she gets online and says that she totally forgot it was moving day, hasn’t packed a thing, and is going out of town for the weekend with her friends. She asks if she can store her stuff in my house until Monday and that she’ll come first thing Monday morning and load everything up. She offers me $20 to hold her stuff (mind you, the prorated rent amount is $20 a day). I, being the easy going creature I am, say sure, just be sure to be out Monday. I should also note that her stuff isn’t just in her room, she takes up over half of the fridge (even though there are three of us) and her shit is scattered all over the kitchen cabinets
Still, no big.
Monday (ie: two days ago) rolls around. I’m at work and she gets online and says oops, I’m still out of town! Can I come get my stuff Wednesday? At this point, I’ve paid the difference in rent for her room myself (because, duh, who else would)- so I’ve paid for a room I still can’t use. I’ve also invited two friends to stay over this weekend. But fine, if she can be out by Wednesday, fine. I should note she didn’t offer me any more money.
Today, Wednesday, comes and I ask her when she’s coming to get her stuff. Oh, I’m at the dentist in LA! I was just going to come get my stuff Friday night or Saturday, if that’s ok.
No, NO, that is NOT ok. Jesus Christ. As of today, she is 7 days beyond her move out date and has only paid me $20 even though her shit is all over my fucking house. Still being the nice person I am, I say fine, if you can get your stuff out of my house by Friday afternoon, fine, but I have guests coming so it has to be out and you can’t stay the night.
She freaks out on me. Saying she didn’t know I would make this such a big deal, blah blah blah. What the hell? I was still letting her have until Friday to move her shit!
Whatever, I don’t respond. A few hours later, she writes me a text that says she’s rushing into town to pick up her stuff, because she needs to get back out of town. “I’ll leave my keys on the counter. Keep my $20 for the week of storage. I won’t be needing your garage.”
Wait, wait. What the FUCK? “I wont be needing your garage”- look, I don’t give a fuck, but what a shitty snotty little thing to say. First of all, I’m HONORED that you’re giving me $20 for the $140 in storage I could be charging you. Apparently, she thought the $20 was going to be toward storing her stuff in my garage all summer, even though we never agreed on that. What the hell?!
All I wrote back was, “Sounds good. Don’t forget your stuff in the kitchen! :)”
What a fucking cunt.
If you appear to be happy to let people walk all over you, don’t be shocked when they take you up on it.
Wow, DiosaBellissima, you are way to nice to be a landlord.
My rant: stupid SO, did you look at the schedule at all before telling someone we barely know they could stay for a week? You are on catbox duty untill further notice!
Oh, for crying out loud. Should I have just been a crazy Nazi to the person who has a key to my fucking house? Screamed and yelled and demanded immediate resolution? Maybe formally evict- have a Sheriff serve her?
She ended up getting her stuff without incident last night, gave the keys back, and all is well. Something tells me that if I had freaked out and started making immediate demands, things wouldn’t have been as quick.
I’m much harder on our rental tenants that don’t actually live in my house, mostly because I don’t want to have to deal with animosity and shit in my home. So far, in two years of renting two rooms in my house, this has been literally the first incident of unhappiness or problems.
I HATE Lotus Notes.
I’ve spent the last TWO HOURS trying to delete ten large emails because my mailbox is getting too full. And about four minutes ago I clicked on ‘New Memo’ and I’m still waiting for it to open up.
HATE.
Yes, because those are the only two options. :rolleyes:
If she keeps assuming she has as much time as she wants, and you keep telling her that’s fine and not asking for more money, don’t be surprised when she keeps taking advantage of that. No reason you couldn’t have firmly and politely said, “Sorry, but you’ve been aware for months that your scheduled move-out date is X. Your absolute deadline is date Y, and any extra days between X and Y will incur an additional fee of $Z per day.”
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EmAnJ, I second that hatred. Lotus Notes needs to choke to death on a bag of dicks.
Business as usual on Calgary roads - in my little trip today, I was cut off by half-ton trucks twice and almost run over in the parking lot.
When you put cups and bowls on the drainer, for the love of Zod, put them UPSIDE DOWN.
Please?
Damn, damn, jam-damnit! There’s the most delicious guacamole EVAH! in the firm cafeteria every Thursday or Friday. There was none this week. How could that be!? I demand the Obama administration conduct an investigation into this tragedy of epic proportions. Now!
Yesterday my mother and I went to visit my grandmother. Now, Gramma is almost 92-years old, she’s on oxygen, and right now she’s got shingles. The heat has been terrible for her, and she’s really not in the best of health.
Well, she likes to play the lottery, so my mother and I go down to the beer distributor down the street to get her some tickets. And the woman who works there tells us that she had WALKED DOWN THERE the day before, in 80-some degree heat. Now, you say, what’s the big deal? It’s really only a couple of blocks. But the fact that she doesn’t usually take her portable oxygen tank with her, combined with the fact that they told us that they were ready to drive her back down the street? (She, of course, refused)
Gramma, I love you, but you’re going to give me a heart attack. (Don’t even get me started the time two years ago when she went down the basement without turning on the light, fell and sprained her ankle. sigh)
My related request - when soaking something, soak everything that’s dried on, not just a little ring around the bottom. There isn’t some magical process that makes the dried-on stuff come off without being soaked just because it’s near water (or if there is, it isn’t happening in MY kitchen).
I had a temp job at a company that had a staff cafeteria with the best salmon sandwiches I’ve ever had. It was actually open to the public, and I’m tempted to go back there someday just for a sandwich or two.
May I also add – please, please use some dish soap when you do so?
My dog walks with a slight yaw, it’s very distracting. I wish I could install some trim tabs on his butt.
Dear Operations Manager,
Hiring a friend of yours who just happens to also interview for the new supervisory position a mere four weeks after his start date? (It was an open position and several people did interview for it ) Looks perfectly kosher. If you actually give him the job, even more kosher!
Forcing people to do a project that changes their work hours and decreases their pay rate is not an honor.
Telling people that the new shifts/paycuts start Monday the 21st on Friday the 18th just increases your Asshole Ranking.
Walking around the floor, spitting tobacco juice into a Starbucks cup and staring down the shirts of the female reps? Asshole Ranking has been squared.
If the job market was any better…sigh.
You do not prolong the inevitable. You postpone it.
Fucking idiot hyper-germophobes. Here’s the perfect product for you:
http://www.dettol.co.uk/no-touch-handwash-system/index.php
This is the solution to the terrible, perennial problem of getting germs on your hands from the soap dispenser! :eek: Oh noes! You might get horrid germs on your hands immediately before you sanitise them. :smack: