RANT: My dad's/ my dog, Spike, died yesterday. Just from one minute to the next. No warning (other than he was really old). I went by my shop to feed the dogs, and he was his usual, whiny self, wanting a belly-rub like he always does, when I noticed that they were out of water (there's no running water at my shop). I came back five minutes later - TEN, TOPS - and he was laying down in the driveway, dead. Like I said, he was my dad's dog, but I took him on when my old man passed. Spike was the oldest dog I've ever been owner to; he was a stray that wandered up to my dad's house in 2007, and he was already fully grown. My dad tried to run him off a few times, but Spike kept coming back, and he seemed friendly and healthy, so my dad took him in, and they were best friends until my dad's end. Go play with Dixie in doggy heaven, Spike. MEGA RANT: As though that's not enough, I've got ANOTHER BROKEN PIPE UNDER MY HOUSE. This time, it's the cold water, and the leak is BEFORE the cut-off valve. We have to go to to the main water meter to turn on the water now. The guy who built this house has a special place in hell. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some concrete to break up.
RANT: Laying flooring is a fucking bitch. Never again will I let my ego think that I should do it myself.
RAVE: Did some talking with the county inspector who is very aware of the soil contamination (and the sellers lack of funds to remedy it) and he pointed me to a company that gave me a worst case scenario cost to have the soil dealt with. I took that number, multiplied it by four and then took *that* number and subtracted it from our original offer and the property owner begrudgingly agreed to it. Docs were signed today and it's off to the county recorders office. I almost feel like a responsible adult today. RAVE: Won't have to deal with that slum lord anymore. RANT: Building is in need of dire repairs. But it has worth just based on where it's at. Location location location
Rant\Rave: Finally took the plunge and bought a mini excavator to rent out and/or use. Got my business number, gst number, waiting on the local business license. I know a lot of people with one, but no one wants to rent it out and when you need something done they are always busy at there main job. So here is to hoping i can just make enough money to pay the lease per month.
Rave: Successfully refinanced the house and my payment will be $700 less a month. Worth every penny of the closing costs.
Just signed the paperwork today doing the same...saving $500. This is the second refi (1st reduced by $400) to lower our rate and we haven't been in the house 3yrs.
Awesome! We’ve barely been in our house for 3 years ourselves, but this is the first one we’ve we done. It’s hard to beat a rate of 2.375%.
Rant: You know it's a rough Monday when you avoid work by filing your taxes. Rave: Taxes done, getting more back than expected. Rant: And now I'm gonna spend it all on baby shit because babies are apparently expensive.
RANT: 15 fucking weeks. That's how long it's been since I lost my my job. Unemployment has paid me $0. Fuck that, y'all owe me $12K now. Only problem is their offices are closed due to the pandemic and they only have staff to handle 1200 calls a day and they're receiving 40K+. Maybe I'll start bitching at some elected official, this is fucking ridiculous. I'm just glad I have savings. Or rather, had savings.
Rant: In my 30 years in the work force, I have never refused to do something until today. I had a kid have such an epic flip out in the middle of the four lane I had to have the aide move away from him and continue on to the next exit where I could pull over safely. All the while trying to watch him to make sure the remaining two straps on his harness kept him somewhat secured ( he could stand in the aisle but not move far ) and watch the highway. I had to finally pull over and wait for extra help to come along so I could finish the trip to his house. Fortunately today was his last day with me and I made damned sure of it. When I got back I told dispatch that I refuse to transport him again on the grounds of safety concerns. Then I came home and had a stiff drink.
RANT: FUCK THE 2020 CHANGES TO THE W-4 IN ITS MOTHERFUCKING FUCKING ASSHOLE FUCKING FUCK, FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH. FUCK. EDIT: FORM 15-T CAN SUCK A DICK, TOO.
Rant: We were in a 3 man department then one guy left and it was only 2, they haven't filled that position in 4 months and dont plan too. I like the type of job I do, but halve of what i do is technically not in my job description but of company/union bs. I like doing the work but we have been getting pushed around by a couple of foremen lately. So me and the other guy have decided today it the day we were are just going to do what is in our job description.
Rave: It's Monday! I'm glad, because: Spoiler: This weekend First we had the Jurassic park diaper ...while baby is in alligator death roll stage of development Then I found some of this. My dog's DIY solution is apparently to bite her ass until analfishjuice squirts all over my favorite blanket. Then my other dog vomited. As usual, it smelled like sour shit. And now I'm finding him scooting HIS ass on the carpet. EVERYBODY STOP SHITTING EVERYWHERE PLEASE
RAVE: The humour in the irony of having one of the board's most prodigious shitters take issues with the ongoing bodily fluid/non-fluid extractions of others. Karma is indeed sometimes a bitch.
RANT: Since writing this I have placed well over 100 calls to unemployment. Each call had the same outcome: A recording saying "Due to an unusually large volume of calls, we can't accept your call. Good bye." The website has no e-mail or contact form and the offices are all closed. I am starting to get really pissed off.
RANT: Have been extremely isolated, working from home, going on long walks in the evening, etc. Lots of idle time with my mind. I think most of us IDIOTS can relate. Thinking about my past relationships and decisions. Just everything. Just had this feeling the other day to Google my former girlfriend's mom. So, I did. Then I read her obituary. Such a strange feeling this is...