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You think that some people would learn.
Especially when they've been handed a formal breach of notice, with threats to take them to the tribunal if this happened again.
But no, it looks like they're shaking up to break into my house again tomorrow without letting me know. How do I know this? Because I got sent an email right on 1pm, giving exactly 24 hours notice assuming a Sat 1pm inspection, from the real estate people saying that they were attaching a letter outlining they dates for inspections. Except, there was not letter attached. I emailed back asking for it, but no reply. so, what's a girl to do? I have no idea if they're coming tomorrow or not. I'm assuming they are, but I don't really know. I'll only find out by reading the paper tomorrow, a mere 4 hours before hand.
So, what's going to happen is that I'm going to have to head out shopping earlier rather than later which is a bum, and make sure I'm home for 1pm to see if those crooks turn up, and if they do, not let them in. I kinda hope they don't though. I don't really want to take them to the tribunal, but if they make the same stupid mistakes 2 weeks in a row, and I don't follow through on my threats, they'll keep making them.
Grr
Anyway, I've after the busy weekend of running around like a headless chook last week, I've taken it rather easy this week.
I had the rather nasty news that Peter has gone into semi-comas this week, which sent me rather miserable to say the least. You know something like that is coming, but when it actually starts to happen properly, it hits you by surprise. So that's been slowing me down. I'm debating if it's appropriate to ask to go and see him, not being close family, or if I even want to see him. If he's in a semi-coma, will he know I'm there? If not, what's the point? Someone argued that I'm close family, being the de-facto daughter, but I really don't see it like that. He's my mother's partner, not my de-facto dad. And on the other token, what if I go there and he dies that night, like what happened with both my granddads? Don't like the thought of being a catalyst for these things, even though they're obviously really unrelated.
And then I've been asking the big questions this week. Like what's the point of it all? What's the point of coming all this way with civilisation if all we're good at is killing each other? What's the point on people stressing out working in the medical field if people die of horrible deaths like cancer? Why can't people just die in their sleep aged 30 like they used to? None of the pain or suffering? I was debating with someone why women go through menopause at the age of 45-50. Nature does everything for a reason, why that? We figured out that it's only been in the last century or 2 that people started living beyond that age, so nature figured we only needed 35 years worth of eggs cos we'd be dead after. And we've wasted our intelligence because we're killing each other and killing the earth, and there are so many things to do, but we're so stressed out, and so busy. Maybe I should only go out once a week and take it easy the rest of the time, but then I get bored, and besides there's so much I want to do. But I suppose that choice will be taken care of in about 50 odd years, because we're running out of fossil fuels, and no one seems to care. So there'll be a nice anarchic, post-apocalyptic period where we flail around because we're so dependant on our fossil fuel driven lifestyles. Maybe then I won't have to work, and run around like a crazy chook, or at least not as much. There are theories that there is only 4 hours a day of *real* work for people to do (not half the crappy jobs they come up with). Or maybe that's only if you take technology into consideration. But that's half the point. We have all this technology to make our lives so much simpler, except that made it become more complicated. But I still live out for the post-apocalyptic utopia. That is if we make it that long without blowing up the earth or ourselves.
Grrr. I hate being able to think sometimes. It's depressing.
In other news, in my headless chook weekend last week, I gave myself some rather nasty bruises. Not impressive, but nasty. Unfortunately the most impressive one's under my armpit.
That was at fin's party, where I got right into the theme, and thusly discovered that I was too old and wise for FOUL functions. There was a certain little accident involving me, a trolley ride, and some steps. Fortunately the steps were going up, not down, so I ran into them, not down them. Still hurt. Hurt a lot more the next day when the achey had time to kick in.
And I like some others, I dressed how I used to, which included pulling out some hair clips. I discovered that actually I didn't look that good with my hair pulled off my face. I forgot that bit. Or maybe it's just that my hair is too shaggy and needs a cut. I made an appointment a few weeks back, but then got there to discover that it was closed due to a death in the family. Haven't gotten around to making another call. A little irritated he didn't call me to let me know. Although I can understand why. Too much death
Especially when they've been handed a formal breach of notice, with threats to take them to the tribunal if this happened again.
But no, it looks like they're shaking up to break into my house again tomorrow without letting me know. How do I know this? Because I got sent an email right on 1pm, giving exactly 24 hours notice assuming a Sat 1pm inspection, from the real estate people saying that they were attaching a letter outlining they dates for inspections. Except, there was not letter attached. I emailed back asking for it, but no reply. so, what's a girl to do? I have no idea if they're coming tomorrow or not. I'm assuming they are, but I don't really know. I'll only find out by reading the paper tomorrow, a mere 4 hours before hand.
So, what's going to happen is that I'm going to have to head out shopping earlier rather than later which is a bum, and make sure I'm home for 1pm to see if those crooks turn up, and if they do, not let them in. I kinda hope they don't though. I don't really want to take them to the tribunal, but if they make the same stupid mistakes 2 weeks in a row, and I don't follow through on my threats, they'll keep making them.
Grr
Anyway, I've after the busy weekend of running around like a headless chook last week, I've taken it rather easy this week.
I had the rather nasty news that Peter has gone into semi-comas this week, which sent me rather miserable to say the least. You know something like that is coming, but when it actually starts to happen properly, it hits you by surprise. So that's been slowing me down. I'm debating if it's appropriate to ask to go and see him, not being close family, or if I even want to see him. If he's in a semi-coma, will he know I'm there? If not, what's the point? Someone argued that I'm close family, being the de-facto daughter, but I really don't see it like that. He's my mother's partner, not my de-facto dad. And on the other token, what if I go there and he dies that night, like what happened with both my granddads? Don't like the thought of being a catalyst for these things, even though they're obviously really unrelated.
And then I've been asking the big questions this week. Like what's the point of it all? What's the point of coming all this way with civilisation if all we're good at is killing each other? What's the point on people stressing out working in the medical field if people die of horrible deaths like cancer? Why can't people just die in their sleep aged 30 like they used to? None of the pain or suffering? I was debating with someone why women go through menopause at the age of 45-50. Nature does everything for a reason, why that? We figured out that it's only been in the last century or 2 that people started living beyond that age, so nature figured we only needed 35 years worth of eggs cos we'd be dead after. And we've wasted our intelligence because we're killing each other and killing the earth, and there are so many things to do, but we're so stressed out, and so busy. Maybe I should only go out once a week and take it easy the rest of the time, but then I get bored, and besides there's so much I want to do. But I suppose that choice will be taken care of in about 50 odd years, because we're running out of fossil fuels, and no one seems to care. So there'll be a nice anarchic, post-apocalyptic period where we flail around because we're so dependant on our fossil fuel driven lifestyles. Maybe then I won't have to work, and run around like a crazy chook, or at least not as much. There are theories that there is only 4 hours a day of *real* work for people to do (not half the crappy jobs they come up with). Or maybe that's only if you take technology into consideration. But that's half the point. We have all this technology to make our lives so much simpler, except that made it become more complicated. But I still live out for the post-apocalyptic utopia. That is if we make it that long without blowing up the earth or ourselves.
Grrr. I hate being able to think sometimes. It's depressing.
In other news, in my headless chook weekend last week, I gave myself some rather nasty bruises. Not impressive, but nasty. Unfortunately the most impressive one's under my armpit.
That was at fin's party, where I got right into the theme, and thusly discovered that I was too old and wise for FOUL functions. There was a certain little accident involving me, a trolley ride, and some steps. Fortunately the steps were going up, not down, so I ran into them, not down them. Still hurt. Hurt a lot more the next day when the achey had time to kick in.
And I like some others, I dressed how I used to, which included pulling out some hair clips. I discovered that actually I didn't look that good with my hair pulled off my face. I forgot that bit. Or maybe it's just that my hair is too shaggy and needs a cut. I made an appointment a few weeks back, but then got there to discover that it was closed due to a death in the family. Haven't gotten around to making another call. A little irritated he didn't call me to let me know. Although I can understand why. Too much death