Out out damned gristle
Well, after digging between my teeth with dental floss several times, I still can't seem to dislodge a little piece of beef gristle. I have come to the conclusion that meat is evil.
Steve and I are getting along... like roommates. We are trying to be civil. This is going to be a busy week. I missed my little niece's birthday party yesterday. There was just no way we could make it. Every weekend is packed with so much to do and this weekend was no exception. We finally got around to building our new entertainment center and got rid of the piece of shit one we were using before. It destroyed TWO of our t.v.s because it was all wobbly; but what else can you expect from roadside trashpicked furniture? What's messed up is someone took it from the curb not even 2 hours after we put it out there. Poor saps. Hope they're going to use it as firewood, because that's about all it's good for.
This Wednesday, we're getting a new shower stall put in and new exhaust fan for our bathroom. We have a mold problem because of lack of ventilation (no window, no fan in bathroom) and an old, dilapidated shower stall. I had already told the landlord months ago that the shower needed to be replaced because it is falling apart and water is getting into the walls. He kept making promises and never following through. So it's about time he's finally doing something about it. Unfortunately, the damage is already done to the walls and I'm really scared that the job is going to be done half-assed and we'll have a beautiful new shower stall covering up moldy walls.
I voiced my concerns to the landlord last Thursday and he was real cocky and condescending toward me. He said he's electing to replace the shower, but he doesn't have to replace it. He said he's got 500 people lined up for this apartment, and if we're not happy here maybe we should move out. Oh, and since I mentioned a few health problems that Steve and I have (that very well could've been brought on by being subjected to mold) maybe he(the landlord) should end our lease. And I got the usual comments - I'm too emotional and I'm over-reacting. Yet he was the one raising his voice and making ridiculous statements like, "What do you want me to do? Knock down all the walls in the building and rebuild it from the ground up?" What a jerkoff.
All I said was I hope that he and the guy he hired to do the job are prepared to deal with the task of mold removal. He looked into the shower stall and said, "Honestly, I don't see a mold problem." I wanted to smack him. I said, "That's because I'm using Tilex on the shower 2 or 3 times a week, without adequate ventilation, to keep it in check. It's the mold we can't see that I'm concerned about." He tried his best to intimidate me and I wasn't letting that happen. I guess he wasn't expecting such a fight from a sweet little "girl" like me. I know that if I was male, he wouldn't have tried to bullshit me or make me feel like I was being unreasonable. Screw him.
Anyhow, I will take our kitty over to my parents' house for a day or two while they get the bathroom fixed up.
Steve and I are getting along... like roommates. We are trying to be civil. This is going to be a busy week. I missed my little niece's birthday party yesterday. There was just no way we could make it. Every weekend is packed with so much to do and this weekend was no exception. We finally got around to building our new entertainment center and got rid of the piece of shit one we were using before. It destroyed TWO of our t.v.s because it was all wobbly; but what else can you expect from roadside trashpicked furniture? What's messed up is someone took it from the curb not even 2 hours after we put it out there. Poor saps. Hope they're going to use it as firewood, because that's about all it's good for.
This Wednesday, we're getting a new shower stall put in and new exhaust fan for our bathroom. We have a mold problem because of lack of ventilation (no window, no fan in bathroom) and an old, dilapidated shower stall. I had already told the landlord months ago that the shower needed to be replaced because it is falling apart and water is getting into the walls. He kept making promises and never following through. So it's about time he's finally doing something about it. Unfortunately, the damage is already done to the walls and I'm really scared that the job is going to be done half-assed and we'll have a beautiful new shower stall covering up moldy walls.
I voiced my concerns to the landlord last Thursday and he was real cocky and condescending toward me. He said he's electing to replace the shower, but he doesn't have to replace it. He said he's got 500 people lined up for this apartment, and if we're not happy here maybe we should move out. Oh, and since I mentioned a few health problems that Steve and I have (that very well could've been brought on by being subjected to mold) maybe he(the landlord) should end our lease. And I got the usual comments - I'm too emotional and I'm over-reacting. Yet he was the one raising his voice and making ridiculous statements like, "What do you want me to do? Knock down all the walls in the building and rebuild it from the ground up?" What a jerkoff.
All I said was I hope that he and the guy he hired to do the job are prepared to deal with the task of mold removal. He looked into the shower stall and said, "Honestly, I don't see a mold problem." I wanted to smack him. I said, "That's because I'm using Tilex on the shower 2 or 3 times a week, without adequate ventilation, to keep it in check. It's the mold we can't see that I'm concerned about." He tried his best to intimidate me and I wasn't letting that happen. I guess he wasn't expecting such a fight from a sweet little "girl" like me. I know that if I was male, he wouldn't have tried to bullshit me or make me feel like I was being unreasonable. Screw him.
Anyhow, I will take our kitty over to my parents' house for a day or two while they get the bathroom fixed up.