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I've got a dandy little headache, probably brought on by the fuck-uped-ness of my sleep schedule. Didn't sleep well Friday night, took a prolonged afternoon nap yesterday which had me up til 5AM, then got rung up 15 minutes before my alarm was due to go off.
Caller was JasontheLawnGuy, offering to come by and do some yard clearing (because the fence guys want an arseload of money to do anything but install). I said yes, because the fence guy is coming out tomorrow with a contract.
This whole fence business is making me crazy with the amount of time it's taking. The phone tag for getting multiple estimates has been insane. It's never as simple as call with numbers and get an estimate. No. It's not even as simple as call and get an appointment.
No, it's call, give contact info to someone who will pass it along to the salesperson, who will theoretically call back in the next few days---I've got at least one company I never did hear back from---make an appointment; so then they come out, explain why it's not as simple as taking out the old fence and putting in a new one---and then they'll "get back to you" with an estimate, and maybe they will and maybe they won't.
Holy run-on sentences, Batman.
What with gates and clearing and everything, it's running about twice what my proposed budget was. Jesus wept. And I haven't even started on fixing the roof, replacing the garage door or painting the house.
JasontheLawnGuy just left, and the only thing stopping me from taking another nap is the sure and certain knowledge that I wouldn't be able to sleep through the Sunday Afternoon Follies from next door.
One upside to come out of the fence clearing, aside from the removal of brush was the discovery of a grimy but still-cute rubber duck. It's been scrubbed to stage of less grottiness and is now residing with its bretheren and sisteren in my hall bathroom.
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Caller was JasontheLawnGuy, offering to come by and do some yard clearing (because the fence guys want an arseload of money to do anything but install). I said yes, because the fence guy is coming out tomorrow with a contract.
This whole fence business is making me crazy with the amount of time it's taking. The phone tag for getting multiple estimates has been insane. It's never as simple as call with numbers and get an estimate. No. It's not even as simple as call and get an appointment.
No, it's call, give contact info to someone who will pass it along to the salesperson, who will theoretically call back in the next few days---I've got at least one company I never did hear back from---make an appointment; so then they come out, explain why it's not as simple as taking out the old fence and putting in a new one---and then they'll "get back to you" with an estimate, and maybe they will and maybe they won't.
Holy run-on sentences, Batman.
What with gates and clearing and everything, it's running about twice what my proposed budget was. Jesus wept. And I haven't even started on fixing the roof, replacing the garage door or painting the house.
JasontheLawnGuy just left, and the only thing stopping me from taking another nap is the sure and certain knowledge that I wouldn't be able to sleep through the Sunday Afternoon Follies from next door.
One upside to come out of the fence clearing, aside from the removal of brush was the discovery of a grimy but still-cute rubber duck. It's been scrubbed to stage of less grottiness and is now residing with its bretheren and sisteren in my hall bathroom.
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