Weird and evil weekend
I have had one of the oddest weekends in the world. WOnderful in places and :( in others.
As you all know, the house is officially terminating today, which has caused many problems for me in handling the relationship between The Lads, work responsibilities and house responsibilities. This came to a head on Friday when I got an abusive call from Pittman ordering me to go to the house on Saturday to do work, since they hadn't finished and he had to leave, and ranting about how 'irresponsibl' I was being. Luckily, before it went too far, Miranda- the shining light of sanity- took the phone and explained the situation more clearly- so I agreed to help on Sunday morning. This being a thoroughly depressing thought, as D and I were meant to be having a lie in Sunday together.
Anyway- afetr I got off the phone I responded with a heck of a lot of sobbing, then stormed out of the office (partially furious as Maria- our receptionist- should have asked if I could take the call instead of putting it through). THEN I went out to see Damien, only to find out that SOMEONE had decided, without our permission or knowledge, to give Pittman D's phone number, so he also had a charming message from the fucker.
As happened, after a tossing and turning sort of night, I went to work and found out the workers were in there doing stuff so I couldn't get in. So I decided, given how much flack I would cop if the lads found out I'd sat around drinking coffee, to go to the house- especially since Pittman wasn't there. What I found out, when I got there, was that: a) nothing I had asked them to do had been done b) they'd chosen to do a whole heap of unimportant little things rather than the major work (before doing the little things) c) they had made a huge mess in the kitchen and laundrey room, but not cleaned up after themselves d) they had decided to help Shadow move, FOR PAY, and had used a substantial part of their time in doing so e) Pittman borrowed a trailer rather than bringing up his own as promised and f) Pittman had taken teh money set aside for going to the tip with our garbage, and instead opted simply to illegally dump it in large bins on Antill Avenue. So needless to say, I feel more than vindicated at the moment- it's just another example of Pittman being a control freak and not doing the job properly. The poor Thais get him next, and I can't imagine, given his flagrant bigotry, how he's going to get along there.
Anyway. After the clean up, Miranda dropped me home and we sat around for about an hour or so having coffee and chatting- I think she was much of the same perspective as I was on all this house crap, and agreed herself that they were focussing on stuff that was too small. Sunday was, by and large lovely- D and I lazed around and watched Ringers, then went shopping at Dickson and had lunch at Au Lac. On the way home though- Hrabs pulls over, jumps out of the car and starts askign me to go over 'early' on Monday, before the cleaner comes- I was already leaving at 6:30 for fucks sake, and as far as I can see none of them came to the house prior to 10 or so. Anyway, I told him there was no way, and he could do it himself while I filled in for him at inspection. Who knows whether he'll do it or not, but I'm going to lay blame where it's due when our Real Estate Agents come over this afternoon.
Anyway- we then lay around some more and watched "From Hell". D played soccer (with me as girl squad) and then we went home and had dinner. I'm going to be so glad when this house stuff is over, and I'm also so glad that Pittman is out of the country for a couple of weeks!
As you all know, the house is officially terminating today, which has caused many problems for me in handling the relationship between The Lads, work responsibilities and house responsibilities. This came to a head on Friday when I got an abusive call from Pittman ordering me to go to the house on Saturday to do work, since they hadn't finished and he had to leave, and ranting about how 'irresponsibl' I was being. Luckily, before it went too far, Miranda- the shining light of sanity- took the phone and explained the situation more clearly- so I agreed to help on Sunday morning. This being a thoroughly depressing thought, as D and I were meant to be having a lie in Sunday together.
Anyway- afetr I got off the phone I responded with a heck of a lot of sobbing, then stormed out of the office (partially furious as Maria- our receptionist- should have asked if I could take the call instead of putting it through). THEN I went out to see Damien, only to find out that SOMEONE had decided, without our permission or knowledge, to give Pittman D's phone number, so he also had a charming message from the fucker.
As happened, after a tossing and turning sort of night, I went to work and found out the workers were in there doing stuff so I couldn't get in. So I decided, given how much flack I would cop if the lads found out I'd sat around drinking coffee, to go to the house- especially since Pittman wasn't there. What I found out, when I got there, was that: a) nothing I had asked them to do had been done b) they'd chosen to do a whole heap of unimportant little things rather than the major work (before doing the little things) c) they had made a huge mess in the kitchen and laundrey room, but not cleaned up after themselves d) they had decided to help Shadow move, FOR PAY, and had used a substantial part of their time in doing so e) Pittman borrowed a trailer rather than bringing up his own as promised and f) Pittman had taken teh money set aside for going to the tip with our garbage, and instead opted simply to illegally dump it in large bins on Antill Avenue. So needless to say, I feel more than vindicated at the moment- it's just another example of Pittman being a control freak and not doing the job properly. The poor Thais get him next, and I can't imagine, given his flagrant bigotry, how he's going to get along there.
Anyway. After the clean up, Miranda dropped me home and we sat around for about an hour or so having coffee and chatting- I think she was much of the same perspective as I was on all this house crap, and agreed herself that they were focussing on stuff that was too small. Sunday was, by and large lovely- D and I lazed around and watched Ringers, then went shopping at Dickson and had lunch at Au Lac. On the way home though- Hrabs pulls over, jumps out of the car and starts askign me to go over 'early' on Monday, before the cleaner comes- I was already leaving at 6:30 for fucks sake, and as far as I can see none of them came to the house prior to 10 or so. Anyway, I told him there was no way, and he could do it himself while I filled in for him at inspection. Who knows whether he'll do it or not, but I'm going to lay blame where it's due when our Real Estate Agents come over this afternoon.
Anyway- we then lay around some more and watched "From Hell". D played soccer (with me as girl squad) and then we went home and had dinner. I'm going to be so glad when this house stuff is over, and I'm also so glad that Pittman is out of the country for a couple of weeks!