you can always rely on the misogynists!
not all pigs are this cute
plain fucking sexism alert: and i mean, it’s bad people. i was told, by a man in my house, who was there to fix something that he himself had fucked up five days previously (so we had been going down to the basement to turn on the boiler and set our alarm to turn it off two hours later so that the boiler doesn’t blow up) that i was being (ready?) “dramatic” when he told me that he couldn’t fix this problem and then tried to charge me $200 for. DRAMATIC. yknow, that certainly set off my protection-against-asshole-who-immediately-dismisses-me-and-all-my-intelligence-and-strength-and-beauty, (without a second thought) radar beeping. oh man, my heart started racing and i purposely slowed my breath, and spoke in a slow, low tone. i was good and socially acceptable. but i did confront this man and received no satisfaction out of it because i didn’t change anything. and also, i let him, this contractor to my contractor, change my entire afternoon. well, actually just a couple of hours. cause after i went to strosniders and bought the fucking regular old time thermostat and hooked it up MYSELF motherfucker, look, it all worked.
(but NO, let’s try and charge this STUPID WOMAN $2500 (yes, that’s what they wanted to charge me to run A WIRE FROM THE BOILER TO THE THERMOSTAT UPSTAIRS. $2500!!!) and do absolutely unnecessary things to her house. oh man. and yes, the owner was rude and nasty when i called back last friday, when his contractor first fucked it up (after being more than 90 minutes later than his dispatcher had promised) and what he told me to do for thermostat installation was not even half the problem. yes, the owner told me that there was nothing he could do and everyone had gone home. lovely. and the earliest he could get someone out here was the next tuesday between 9am-12pm. and then, when i called at 11:45 on tuesday asking where the guy was, they said oh, you must have misunderstood. we said 12-3pm. uh huh. and then, that same day, they called at 2:45 to say that he wasn’t coming today at all and that he would be there wednesday, 12-3. seriously. i’d been with this company for many many years, paying them a monthly service fee. they had been off before, but they always made it right. this was it though. geez.)
and then i took a jacuzzi, smoked some weed, had some dinner, and listened to good music. one of my favorite local radio shows — an infinite number of monkeys on friday nights 8-10pm, WWOD or takomaradio.org
anyway, i can feel that missing satisfaction coming home, just from writing it all down. even though i have told this story to everyone i’ve hung with since it happened two days ago.
moral of the story: avoid Shipley Plumbing and Heating.
BUT my knee’s shot-up with cortisone and is feeling so much better than this time last week.
and i get to play hockey twice this weekend.
and i’m in my warm house, that I MADE WARM MYSELF. motherfuckers.
and the dread of the cold has been replaced with its reality, so now i can get used to it again.
and i’m learning so much as i research and make decisions for this dining/convertible puzzle board table: demanding, challenging, exciting project, letting me use my creativity in so many ways. and part of the good part is that i’m not beating myself up for taking so long in researching and planning. i’m really enjoying it. ;-)
