Yes I saw you. I saw you race through the parking lot to cut me off at the exit. I then stopped at least 6 feet from the side of your car. It was quite annoying when you stopped directly in front of me and honked your horn. Even more annoying when you didn’t move. So don’t get pissy with me when I use the six feet of space to head out the exit and go home. Also it’s less than scary when you rev your engine race to my back bumper and slam on the brakes. Should you hit me it’s not going to hurt me that much and it will be your fault. Please seek mental assistance.
You know, if you lived in a double-wide with 12 dogs like a normal person, you wouldn’t have this problem. One corner of the house sagging? No problem, just chuck a few more empty beer cans underneath.
Fingers crossed for clement weather and a final fix so you don’t have to go through this again.
It is. They’ve jackhammered 7 holes this morning, and discovered that the foundation is deeper than it should be. So they’re having to destroy good foundation to put in the new foundation. :dubious: Actually I understand why they have to do it, but it is really sucking. They’re uncovering ancient timbers, some of them blackened and charcoaled, and at times it looks like they’re digging out a Viking longship.
The jackhammering has carried on for about 5 continuous hours now. And 4 workers are now in pits which are higher than their heads. I’ll never doubt again when I see Dean and Sam dig up a grave on Supernatural just how fast one person with a shovel can dig!
The crew is entirely Mexican immigrants who speak very little English. I’ve been taking “gourmet” hot cocoa and coffee out to them at various intervals, and had lunch brought to them (well, just pizzas, but I tried). They seemed to very much appreciate that.
It’s quite scary however seeing one’s foundation being broken into pieces. The payoff of this is that hopefully our house will never move again.
But what happens when one area is just slightly lower? Throw on another cinderblock and now it’s too high! Crumpled beer cans are the much better option.
Well, thanks for spoiling my fantasy. I was right about the 12 dogs, though, right?
Last week we had two notable alcohol-related events here in Santa Fe:
Some stupid cockgobbling cunt was doing upwards of 100mph going the wrong way down the interstate. She at least had the courtesy to die when she hit an ambulance head-on. The driver of the ambulance will probably walk again.
Some stupid worthless waste of genetic material was arrested for DWI. It was not his first DWI arrest. Nor his second. Or third. Or tenth. It was his eleventh fucking DWI arrest. At least this time, unlike number ten, he did not hit two pedestrians, dragging one of them underneath his truck for several blocks, leaving her in a coma and with permanent brain damage. His defense, that time, was that he has a “drinking problem”. No, you have a “I’m a worthless little shit” problem. The rest of us - those of us who are intelligent enough to not drink and drive - have an “our state is run by fucking impotent morons” problem, and a “Jesus christ just go and die of liver disease already you self-absorbed fuck” problem. You know how you solve a drinking problem? STOP FUCKING DRINKING, you miserable shitstain.
I’m fucking tired of it and all I can say at this point is I’m leaving this godforsaken hellhole of a state in a month, good riddance, I hope you all drink yourselves to death.
Oh, and I truly would not mind if every scumbag DWI attorney was killed. By drunk drivers. In fact, that’s what I want for Christmas.
Yeah, because everybody knows that people we don’t like aren’t entitled to the same laws as everyone else. :rolleyes: If you want to hate on somebody, hate on the people who make the laws in the first place. I’m sure you’re personally pushing for tougher sentencing for repeat DWI offenders, too, right?
Or, “I got yer Christmas spirit right here.” {Grabs crotch, spits.}
You see that little ramp there? That’s for everyone to push their shopping carts full of empty bottles and cans up. When you park your mini-vans so they’re partially blocking it, don’t be surprised when you get a ding or two. A special Christmas greeting goes out to the nice young lady who hit my cart while I was waiting in line so hard that she knocked the bag of loose recyclables out of my hands - thanks, cowface. And another special Christmas greeting to the dirty assmunchers who jumped ahead of me in line while I spent 20 seconds picking up all the bottles she knocked out of my hands. Merry Fucking Christmas to us all. :rolleyes:
One cat. But…we did have appliances on the porch. And a car worth more than the trailer. And we got married real young. I can’t think of any other trailer-y stereotypes that apply.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t an engineer, so I wouldn’t be able to look at construction and say “that’s not right.” And sometimes I wish I wasn’t a Professional Engineer, so I wouldn’t have to debate whether or not I should take out my state seal and condemn my own house.
They dug out two main support columns and left a wide-flange beam with no support overnight. I phoned and phoned and got no answer from the construction foreman. As a result, overnight two major new cracks split two walls. I expressed my displeasure this morning and they’ve panicked and said they’re going to be coming out to support the beam. Yeah, right, too late now, assholes.
One of the piers is not straight, but I do not have the professional experience to know if it’s within tolerance. Personally, I would say no.
For some unknown reason the front of my house has 8 feet of solid concrete holding up what looked like a mostly decorative feature. They had a little man down in the hole with nearly feet of dirt over his head. Apparently they hit water, as overnight it filled with water. It’s going to suck for them. Which means shit will flow downhill to me. Also, if I look hard in my code book I see that if they dig 1 more foot they will need a licensed Professional Engineer to certify the excavation. Dear Goddess, I don’t want to get involved…
They jackhammered out too much concrete in two areas, and I’m very concerned there may not be enough concrete left to support the house.
Getting underground and looking at the slab from underneath (an interesting experience) shows that the cute little chipmunks have been playing Miner 2049’er and have created a network of tunnels under the garage slab which has undermined the entire garage. This is not…good. Add $2400 to the bill now.
What else…the fact that this “top tier” company can’t afford a drop light for its workers way down in the pits, and they have to borrow my tools??? That’s always scary.
I didn’t get to bed until 1:00 and I slept about an hour overnight. I have a terrible headache so I can’t drink (alcohol) in preparation for the day.
In high school 6 or so years ago, I went to a friend’s house for a poker game. A few people were guests of the host, who was an acquaintance. One of the guests was a 1) special ed teacher for extremely disabled kids 2) Had 4 DUI’s 3) Still had his driver’s license.
In PA, to keep your job, you only have to 1) not fuck students 2) not punch their parents. Teacher’s unions are a beautiful thing.
Holy shit, where the fuck did you *find *these idiots? If a friend recommended them, I hope you’ve kicked the friend’s ass down the block by now. :dubious:
Ugh, I pit people who don’t read emails. There was a specific line in the very short email that said ‘If you would like this sent to others, please contact such and such Director at xxx@xxxx.com’. So DON’T reply to me asking ME to do it.