think I still missed a few things...
it has occured to me that since I started my job I have not been on LJ, I have not lurked, I have not written, I haven't even read a stitch of fanfiction. Which frankly is very abnormal for me. But then again, I haven't even had a chance to sit down and read either of the two novels I've been trying to read since February.
Finals kicked my ass, but I pulled A's in all three of my classes. Now 6am is kicking my ass to hell and back. I have not had to consistently get up and stay up at 6am for over 2 years. And now I have to do it 5 days a week. *shudders* evil day job...but the pay is killer and I'm going to love it...as soon as I get my first pay check next Friday! The people I work with are awesome, I don't have problems with any of them, they are all very social and up beat people. I haven't run across a sour puss yet. My boss, I swear he is hyper active. getting the man to sit still or stay in one place for more than 30 minutes just isn't going to happen. Even in a 3 hour meeting (yes we had one of those last Thursday) he fidgets. But then, so do I, so I can't really say anything. I really think I am going to like my job, just as soon as we really start delving into the reports that I'm going to be working on. See, the day I started was really screwy, cause the Friday prior they laid off 26 people in records, and my position is an off shoot of the records department. Apparently the state hired me in a really weird time during which they normally don't hire anyone. so, I am eternally grateful and my family is eternally grateful, because we are having to fix up our house.
The first weekend in May we had rain all weekend long and my basement has never been leak proof (far far from it) - but Sunday evening (the 2nd) we learned that our sump pump ended up clogged and stopped working and we had four feet of wter in the basement. Only the top inch of the water heater was showing, the furnace was completely submersed, and the water was about 10 inches from reaching the electrical box. We called the fire department, who have a pumper truck. They were too busy pumping out the church on main street to pump out those people that needed it. what did they do, they just turned off the gas and the power and said "hope you have a place to go". They didn't care if you lost everything. They said their truck wouldn't keep up with the water flow - which was a bunch of bullshit. Because guess what, two small sump pumps pumped out the basement within 9 hours. We had to call my neighbor's ex-husband (which had her all out of sorts for a few days, but we didn't have any other options) to come pump it out. he's the one that put the sump pump in the basement that we have now. His two little pumps got the water down to a managable level by 5am monday morning, and he was able to unclog our pump and get it working again, which kept up with the undergound spring that sprung when the ground became over saturated. Yep, our basement has an underground spring in it. So last weekend we went through the basement (not really wanting to but needing to) and discovered that only 2 totes were completely dry (there were two boxes and about a dozen totes). One had my mom's books that she had when she was a kid - classic books that cannot be replaced and to a collector would be worth major bucks. That tote also had the book in it from my grandfather's funeral, four photo albums of the girls between the time they were born till they were about 2, some other keepsakes that cannot be replaced. The other dry tote, was my brother's crap - go figure. The tote with all my pictures from high school, my DC trip, and Europe were soaked. However, we managed to dry out and save 98% of the pictures that were in there, and trust me I have A LOT of pictures. I lost my year books though, as well as a few other keepsakes. I lost a few of the keepsakes from Hannah's first year. 90% of my kitchen stuff was salvagable. But I lost 80% of my belongings. We had about 30 bags of trash that we threw out.
We've always said it's only stuff, and that in a fire or a flood, it was just stuff, it was replaceable, as long as we had our lives we'd be fine. That just stuff, hurts like a bitch when you have to throw it away. When you have to let the trash men haul it off (except our trashmen are assholes and they have to drag it out - they'll only take 10 bags of trash at a time, it's our responsibility to get rid of the rest. Oh, I'll rant on that in a minute). If we hadn't called our friend's ex then the water would have continued to rise, it would have hit the electrical and we could have lost our whole house. So, I am grateful that we didn't have that happen. But to throw away memories sucks ass! The"funny" thing about it, was that just a few weeks prior to all of this, mom and I were talking and decided we needed to get down to the basement and go through everything down there and decide if we really needed to keep it or it if was stuff that could go. This was not how I wanted to throw things away, and there were things we had to throw that I did NOT want to throw. Anyway - this is not getting work done, and I'll let the issue of the trashmen rest unless anyone wants to know - if so, just tell me, and I'll fill you in on the assholes of Rumpke and City Hall!