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WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON!!
1) Jackie and I come back from Katie&J's to find our freezer is not working. The ice is melted, ice cream is melted (Noooo!!), the lean pockets boxes are soggy, the bacon and burritos are thawed completely, the cold packs are sweating, etc. etc. We check again 30 minutes ago and it's still not working and our fridge is also not keep things as cold as it should be. In short, fridge is fucked and we have to throw away a fortune's worth of food. This food is what Jackie was supposed to be living on while I'm gone for two weeks. We do not have to funds to restock our entire fridge god dammit! Which leads me to my next rant.
2) I'm not pleased with the joke of a management staff that we have at this complex. We had creaky stairs, some were even lose, we told them four weeks ago that shit needs to get fixed. They said someone would be out last Tuesday to fix the stairs and no one fucking showed up. No one showed up the next day either. Jackie had to go and bitch them out before they finally came to fix the stairs. Today they had to turn the water off for something and they left us no notification. No notice or anything saying the water would be turned off for about an hour. Nope, we just had to find out that there was no running water up stairs when Jackie tried to take a shower and nothing came out of the faucet. Extremely unprofessional. I have no idea if the fridge thing is their fault but man it would be nice if it would be. I want to love this place, I really do, but if they're gonna pull this shit I don't know how long I can put up with it.
3) At least I'm going to see Matthew tomorrow (later today). My flight leaves in about four hours. I have not packed nor have I slept. Granted I didn't think I would out of excitement and/or stress that I would oversleep and miss my flight, but I figure I can just sleep on the plane and in the car on the way to Vidalia.
And yet, as much as 1 and 2 may piss me off, it is all inconsequential to the fact that Max, my nine year old German Shepherd, is dying. My mom texted me last week saying they just found out that he has lymphoma. Lymphoma in dogs is brutal, and it is a cruel, cruel cancer. She said they were going to start him on chemo and he had a few more months. Yesterday she calls me and tells me that his cancer is so far progressed that chemo wouldn't help at all. They just have him on Prednisone, which will ease the cancer effects, but it means he has less than 60 days to live. It's heartbreaking to think that he's suffering when he's always been such as sweet, loving, silly, goofy dog. He doesn't deserve this, but there is nothing we can do except make sure he's cared for and not in pain in his last days. I say "we" but I can't do anything, I'm not where he is and I won't be able to see him again.
1) Jackie and I come back from Katie&J's to find our freezer is not working. The ice is melted, ice cream is melted (Noooo!!), the lean pockets boxes are soggy, the bacon and burritos are thawed completely, the cold packs are sweating, etc. etc. We check again 30 minutes ago and it's still not working and our fridge is also not keep things as cold as it should be. In short, fridge is fucked and we have to throw away a fortune's worth of food. This food is what Jackie was supposed to be living on while I'm gone for two weeks. We do not have to funds to restock our entire fridge god dammit! Which leads me to my next rant.
2) I'm not pleased with the joke of a management staff that we have at this complex. We had creaky stairs, some were even lose, we told them four weeks ago that shit needs to get fixed. They said someone would be out last Tuesday to fix the stairs and no one fucking showed up. No one showed up the next day either. Jackie had to go and bitch them out before they finally came to fix the stairs. Today they had to turn the water off for something and they left us no notification. No notice or anything saying the water would be turned off for about an hour. Nope, we just had to find out that there was no running water up stairs when Jackie tried to take a shower and nothing came out of the faucet. Extremely unprofessional. I have no idea if the fridge thing is their fault but man it would be nice if it would be. I want to love this place, I really do, but if they're gonna pull this shit I don't know how long I can put up with it.
3) At least I'm going to see Matthew tomorrow (later today). My flight leaves in about four hours. I have not packed nor have I slept. Granted I didn't think I would out of excitement and/or stress that I would oversleep and miss my flight, but I figure I can just sleep on the plane and in the car on the way to Vidalia.
And yet, as much as 1 and 2 may piss me off, it is all inconsequential to the fact that Max, my nine year old German Shepherd, is dying. My mom texted me last week saying they just found out that he has lymphoma. Lymphoma in dogs is brutal, and it is a cruel, cruel cancer. She said they were going to start him on chemo and he had a few more months. Yesterday she calls me and tells me that his cancer is so far progressed that chemo wouldn't help at all. They just have him on Prednisone, which will ease the cancer effects, but it means he has less than 60 days to live. It's heartbreaking to think that he's suffering when he's always been such as sweet, loving, silly, goofy dog. He doesn't deserve this, but there is nothing we can do except make sure he's cared for and not in pain in his last days. I say "we" but I can't do anything, I'm not where he is and I won't be able to see him again.