One thing I have to say, Boise, shame on you. Shame on you for continuing to build houses that nobody is going to buy. Do you honestly think that people are going to have enough money to pay for a $250,000 to $400,000 house? Seriously, nobody has that type of money. Even if they do, more than likely they work for Micron and are at high risk for being laid off. Available jobs pay between $7.25 to $10.00 an hour.
Shame on Idaho for all of those empty buildings. You and I can both agree that small business owners will rent the building for a short time. For those who are still in business, kudos to you. Keep working hard at keeping your head above water.
To all of those people who are griping about the construction market. Yes, you. You know very well that eventually the buildings are going to stop. Maybe, some day, Idaho will cut down on the budget some more and stop construction on the roads. Think about this, agriculture. Have you ever thought that by building all of these houses and empty business establishments, you are wasting land that should be for farms and wild life?
Instead of sitting in your pity party, why not become a farmer? People need food. Yes, we can grow our own gardens. I know that I will not grow a garden next year. I don't even have the time to mow my grass or clean my house or car. Do something for your community and cultivate the land. I think we should put the whole thing into perspective and change it around.
Urbanization is wasting land. Become a farmer.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
New
Like usual, I have been crabby. The room mate's girlfriend knocks on my door all the time. I'm always in the middle of working on a paper. Leave me alone, God damnit. I decided to call my school. I need time to fix things and lecture people how important it is for me to complete my school work.
I am distracted. I was told to get cracking on making a clone. Should I get an artificial donor? I don't see anyone appealing that wants to date me, why not? Oh yeah, I don't make as much as I used to and if I got insurance it probably not have the same coverage that Aetna had. Damnit. If only that one guy...Maybe, I should urge people to talk to him. No...that is going to far. Even for me.
So, come to find out, Paul ended up going to the hospital for nearly overdosing. It is on his record that he is a narcotics abuser. Serves him right. He was talking across the street to the neighbor about him and his wife. Evidently, they got married. Good, she is getting what she asked for. A drug addicted mooch. I have every reason why not to associate with anyone of the opposite sex. I decided, I am my own soul mate. God, I hope those fuckers move soon. Isn't it fucked up in the head to marry someone across the street a month after you break up?
I have been pissy at work. One day off a week is burning me out and I am starting to swear. I had a last minute interview, which was fun. I sent her an e-mail thanking her before I left from working overtime. I have the day off, work on papers ALL day long. I come to work worn out.
Associate, "It's going to suck because your not on our team anymore...I hate you." Your pulling my leg, when did I get placed on another team? "You are help desk now." What?? Really?? "Check your e-mail, I sent you an e-mail telling you how much I hate you." Sure enough, I got the new position. No, the associate's e-mail was not hateful. She was joking.
It is a weird feeling. I had no idea how my shift was going to change. I will not be a temp anymore. During my first call, the new boss person grabbed me and had me sit with the new team for a bit. I even took some calls that I have no knowledge of, I liked it. The next new change, I start in the new building on Monday.
It is back to the ten hour shifts. I still have some overtime. I will be spending Sunday working on two papers. Oh yes, about school, the counselor is giving me two weeks off after these classes. Yay, a break! I told her I have a ton of crap to fix and a tree I have to bundle up. The classes will be split again after. Which is a relief because it has been years since I have taken Algebra. I am hoping this is not where I fail.
I am distracted. I was told to get cracking on making a clone. Should I get an artificial donor? I don't see anyone appealing that wants to date me, why not? Oh yeah, I don't make as much as I used to and if I got insurance it probably not have the same coverage that Aetna had. Damnit. If only that one guy...Maybe, I should urge people to talk to him. No...that is going to far. Even for me.
So, come to find out, Paul ended up going to the hospital for nearly overdosing. It is on his record that he is a narcotics abuser. Serves him right. He was talking across the street to the neighbor about him and his wife. Evidently, they got married. Good, she is getting what she asked for. A drug addicted mooch. I have every reason why not to associate with anyone of the opposite sex. I decided, I am my own soul mate. God, I hope those fuckers move soon. Isn't it fucked up in the head to marry someone across the street a month after you break up?
I have been pissy at work. One day off a week is burning me out and I am starting to swear. I had a last minute interview, which was fun. I sent her an e-mail thanking her before I left from working overtime. I have the day off, work on papers ALL day long. I come to work worn out.
Associate, "It's going to suck because your not on our team anymore...I hate you." Your pulling my leg, when did I get placed on another team? "You are help desk now." What?? Really?? "Check your e-mail, I sent you an e-mail telling you how much I hate you." Sure enough, I got the new position. No, the associate's e-mail was not hateful. She was joking.
It is a weird feeling. I had no idea how my shift was going to change. I will not be a temp anymore. During my first call, the new boss person grabbed me and had me sit with the new team for a bit. I even took some calls that I have no knowledge of, I liked it. The next new change, I start in the new building on Monday.
It is back to the ten hour shifts. I still have some overtime. I will be spending Sunday working on two papers. Oh yes, about school, the counselor is giving me two weeks off after these classes. Yay, a break! I told her I have a ton of crap to fix and a tree I have to bundle up. The classes will be split again after. Which is a relief because it has been years since I have taken Algebra. I am hoping this is not where I fail.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Polite Way of Saying Eff You
I went to get a new phone. I got a new Rumor that is a touch screen and it is purple. Yay, people are finally coming out with purple electronics! So, this comes with an SD card which makes me happy because I had to buy the last one.
I grabbed the SD card from the old phone that I killed. I watered it on the patio. My friend asked me if I was trying to make it grow. I told him the screen was fuzzy, does that count?
I have a device that the card came with. It was gone. I sent Paul a message, why do you think you can take my things and please bring me back my memory transfer thing. I changed my pin the other day because I was getting the silent treatment. I did not get a response back about the thing he took either.
I came home yesterday and found it in the mail box. Again, without a thank-you or a hello. I get a message later. Paul told me that he was in the hospital because he nearly overdosed and died. Really? He asked if I changed my pin again and he was trying to sell stuff.
I told him that I am having trust issues and that I am depressed. He told me that he was depressed and nearly overdosed. My final response, I don't see any reason why you should be depressed. You already found a new girlfriend quickly, betrayed me, and you have your daughter. I have not heard anything since and no pin for him.
I grabbed the SD card from the old phone that I killed. I watered it on the patio. My friend asked me if I was trying to make it grow. I told him the screen was fuzzy, does that count?
I have a device that the card came with. It was gone. I sent Paul a message, why do you think you can take my things and please bring me back my memory transfer thing. I changed my pin the other day because I was getting the silent treatment. I did not get a response back about the thing he took either.
I came home yesterday and found it in the mail box. Again, without a thank-you or a hello. I get a message later. Paul told me that he was in the hospital because he nearly overdosed and died. Really? He asked if I changed my pin again and he was trying to sell stuff.
I told him that I am having trust issues and that I am depressed. He told me that he was depressed and nearly overdosed. My final response, I don't see any reason why you should be depressed. You already found a new girlfriend quickly, betrayed me, and you have your daughter. I have not heard anything since and no pin for him.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I Play Harder
I am burned out right now. I have to work overtime and I hope it is cancelled. I have too much to do.
So, now that I have been used and walked all over, I decided to make some changes. I can because I pay for everything around here and everything is mine. Paul has been using my Internet connection across the street. The old bat does not have her own anything evidently.
I was pissed at the way I have been treated. So...I thought about the Internet. Change the key. I changed the key and I heard nothing for a couple of days. Paul parked in the alley for some weird reason.
The next day I get a message, "Why did you change your Internet settings??" I lied and told him that my Internet wasn't working. Then he said, "I need the connection so I can get money for Nini's lunch." I don't know what to tell you, "Why can't Sandy take care of it?" I told him that I would give him the pin later.
I did not call him back. The next day, "Can I please have the pin?" Hmm, no not really. He told me that I was on my own and that it was my fault that my house looked like crap. So, my response was, "You left me by myself with the mess you made. You are on your own." His response was that he said that he would fix it.
I forwarded the message he sent me. Then I said, "No fix, no Internet. Terms and conditions apply if you want Internet." He went off on a tangent about how much he hated Bri for leaving him with this mess. I didn't respond. Finally, "What are the terms?"
1. Take the chicken wire off my fence. 2. Pay me my money back. 3. Fix the hole above the door. 4. Sandy can never be in my yard EVER again. 5. Fill that hole you dug in my front yard. 6. That caulking around the window sills? Take that crap off.
So, he is looking for someone to pull the tree stump. He better plan on fixing the mess he made otherwise, no Internet access and it is small claims court. I have the upper hand, not him.
So, now that I have been used and walked all over, I decided to make some changes. I can because I pay for everything around here and everything is mine. Paul has been using my Internet connection across the street. The old bat does not have her own anything evidently.
I was pissed at the way I have been treated. So...I thought about the Internet. Change the key. I changed the key and I heard nothing for a couple of days. Paul parked in the alley for some weird reason.
The next day I get a message, "Why did you change your Internet settings??" I lied and told him that my Internet wasn't working. Then he said, "I need the connection so I can get money for Nini's lunch." I don't know what to tell you, "Why can't Sandy take care of it?" I told him that I would give him the pin later.
I did not call him back. The next day, "Can I please have the pin?" Hmm, no not really. He told me that I was on my own and that it was my fault that my house looked like crap. So, my response was, "You left me by myself with the mess you made. You are on your own." His response was that he said that he would fix it.
I forwarded the message he sent me. Then I said, "No fix, no Internet. Terms and conditions apply if you want Internet." He went off on a tangent about how much he hated Bri for leaving him with this mess. I didn't respond. Finally, "What are the terms?"
1. Take the chicken wire off my fence. 2. Pay me my money back. 3. Fix the hole above the door. 4. Sandy can never be in my yard EVER again. 5. Fill that hole you dug in my front yard. 6. That caulking around the window sills? Take that crap off.
So, he is looking for someone to pull the tree stump. He better plan on fixing the mess he made otherwise, no Internet access and it is small claims court. I have the upper hand, not him.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Should Be Friendly, but...
I want you guys to know what I am feeling. I want people to know that I did not go off for no reason. Should I be ashamed? Probably. However, I really do not care because I have been tolerating a ton and not saying too much. So, I live in a money pit now. I have a huge hole around a tree stump in the front yard. I did not dig that nor did I ask. I have a hole above the door. I have fences in places that I need to take them down. I did not do any of that. I have caulking around my windows that I am having a hard time removing without damaging the windows.
It is bad enough I am emotionally hung over. In the beginning of this carnival, my garbage can was missing. It was across the street. I had to argue to get what I pay for every other month back. If my yard was inside a house that I could lock, I would be happy.
He was borrowing my hose, sprinkler, and lawnmower...without asking first. I feel like I am being used. Much like being stolen from by Sandy like she did my guy. It was her that was bringing him gifts before I dumped him. He got a new watch and new clothes. There is no way I am going to believe that it was platonic.
I told him, ask me first. Put it back and the answer is no. He is sneaky about returning the items. He does not come and say hello and he does even say thank-you. Why does he feel the need to walk all over me?
Then, he posted pictures of engagement rings. Oh la dee da, my daughter deserves a good mother and blah, blah, blah. That is it, I am tired of this. That arrogant prick told me that I was cheating on him all the time. So, I went off on him. I will be damn sure that they do not cross my path ever again.
I ranted and I posted the video. He goes off how I am threatening him. The phrase was specifically that he ruined my home and I hope she has insurance for the damage that he will do to hers. He said that was a threat. He told me that he recorded everything and will take it to the police. For what? I was not threatening anyone. And he thinks he can tell me what videos to post? What? Incriminating evidence of the crap I am enduring from him? Go ahead, I tell him. That only will give me leverage.
I told me to not have anyone associated with me to contact him. Excuse me? I never told anyone to contact him. People had my back at their own will. I told him that they are not welcome on my property ever again and I certainly did not like seeing her in my backyard. He told me that since I went off, he will not fix what he damaged. Um, yeah, and perhaps I can take him to small claims...thinking about it.
So, he was also avoiding available jobs and trying really hard to get the job with the government. I asked him, "What if they don't hire you?" He refused to answer the question. 8/20 came and went, I asked him, when are you supposed to pay me back? He stated, "When I get a job, dumb, dumb." I asked him about the one job. He said things don't always work as planned. I told him, "That is is exactly what I said, wasn't it?"...dumb dumb.
When will this ever stop? They are across the freaking street. It feels so demeaning. It makes me more and more mad thinking about everything that I have to fix and all the time I do not have to do it. I feel incredibly stupid for even helping him or dating him. I should have let him leave the first time he went off on me about crap that had nothing to do with him. Coulda, shoulda, woulda.
I am glad we are not together. The whole situation feels condescending, coniving, and unforgiveable. I just wish I dumped him sooner before he wrecked my home.
On a positive note, I have a room mate moving in soon. There is a new opening for the position that I want. I just hope I don't get burned out before I can get it.
It is bad enough I am emotionally hung over. In the beginning of this carnival, my garbage can was missing. It was across the street. I had to argue to get what I pay for every other month back. If my yard was inside a house that I could lock, I would be happy.
He was borrowing my hose, sprinkler, and lawnmower...without asking first. I feel like I am being used. Much like being stolen from by Sandy like she did my guy. It was her that was bringing him gifts before I dumped him. He got a new watch and new clothes. There is no way I am going to believe that it was platonic.
I told him, ask me first. Put it back and the answer is no. He is sneaky about returning the items. He does not come and say hello and he does even say thank-you. Why does he feel the need to walk all over me?
Then, he posted pictures of engagement rings. Oh la dee da, my daughter deserves a good mother and blah, blah, blah. That is it, I am tired of this. That arrogant prick told me that I was cheating on him all the time. So, I went off on him. I will be damn sure that they do not cross my path ever again.
I ranted and I posted the video. He goes off how I am threatening him. The phrase was specifically that he ruined my home and I hope she has insurance for the damage that he will do to hers. He said that was a threat. He told me that he recorded everything and will take it to the police. For what? I was not threatening anyone. And he thinks he can tell me what videos to post? What? Incriminating evidence of the crap I am enduring from him? Go ahead, I tell him. That only will give me leverage.
I told me to not have anyone associated with me to contact him. Excuse me? I never told anyone to contact him. People had my back at their own will. I told him that they are not welcome on my property ever again and I certainly did not like seeing her in my backyard. He told me that since I went off, he will not fix what he damaged. Um, yeah, and perhaps I can take him to small claims...thinking about it.
So, he was also avoiding available jobs and trying really hard to get the job with the government. I asked him, "What if they don't hire you?" He refused to answer the question. 8/20 came and went, I asked him, when are you supposed to pay me back? He stated, "When I get a job, dumb, dumb." I asked him about the one job. He said things don't always work as planned. I told him, "That is is exactly what I said, wasn't it?"...dumb dumb.
When will this ever stop? They are across the freaking street. It feels so demeaning. It makes me more and more mad thinking about everything that I have to fix and all the time I do not have to do it. I feel incredibly stupid for even helping him or dating him. I should have let him leave the first time he went off on me about crap that had nothing to do with him. Coulda, shoulda, woulda.
I am glad we are not together. The whole situation feels condescending, coniving, and unforgiveable. I just wish I dumped him sooner before he wrecked my home.
On a positive note, I have a room mate moving in soon. There is a new opening for the position that I want. I just hope I don't get burned out before I can get it.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The World Today
You know how leery I am about letting other people live here. Things vanish, get broken, and get moved. I have a hard time finding someone decent to live here. People today do not have a car. What? I have a car and I commute, what the freak is going on?
So, guy number one. (Women are not responding to my ad.) This fellow had came down from Alaska and is a fisherman. Problem, he is in Emmett and does not have a car to drive here. Here is my dilemma, I have a paper due and the spell check was down so I am on schedule...not ahead. His family or friends cannot bring him here because of drama. Really? Why is that?
Fellow number two, just arrived in Boise. Keeps calling me while I am on the highway. I would have to meet him after work on Monday. Do I have the time? Probably not because I have to begin research for my final project for two classes and I have a 1,500 word essay due every week.
Fellow number three, very thick Spanish accent. Lives in a house by himself. I told him I have a boyfriend that lives here. It almost seems that every guy that calls is under the impression that I am looking for a date. It's absurd.
What is really pissing me off are the people that do not have a vehicle and do not know their way around Nampa...or Idaho for that matter. I do not have any time whatsoever. I do not have enough money to be driving to another town to meet someone. Not to mention, it would be a situation where I would be expected to play taxi driver. The answer is no, okay?
I got to go. I have a car to pay for so I can get around and a deposit to make. Almost time to start doing direct deposit. Too bad the time card isn't something I can slide a card into. I miss that about other jobs. I have to enter time into a time card every week. The current one I have to make up a complicated password and I do not have a way to use a link to get to the website for the time card.
So, guy number one. (Women are not responding to my ad.) This fellow had came down from Alaska and is a fisherman. Problem, he is in Emmett and does not have a car to drive here. Here is my dilemma, I have a paper due and the spell check was down so I am on schedule...not ahead. His family or friends cannot bring him here because of drama. Really? Why is that?
Fellow number two, just arrived in Boise. Keeps calling me while I am on the highway. I would have to meet him after work on Monday. Do I have the time? Probably not because I have to begin research for my final project for two classes and I have a 1,500 word essay due every week.
Fellow number three, very thick Spanish accent. Lives in a house by himself. I told him I have a boyfriend that lives here. It almost seems that every guy that calls is under the impression that I am looking for a date. It's absurd.
What is really pissing me off are the people that do not have a vehicle and do not know their way around Nampa...or Idaho for that matter. I do not have any time whatsoever. I do not have enough money to be driving to another town to meet someone. Not to mention, it would be a situation where I would be expected to play taxi driver. The answer is no, okay?
I got to go. I have a car to pay for so I can get around and a deposit to make. Almost time to start doing direct deposit. Too bad the time card isn't something I can slide a card into. I miss that about other jobs. I have to enter time into a time card every week. The current one I have to make up a complicated password and I do not have a way to use a link to get to the website for the time card.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Been Busy
So, plenty of my tree branch is gone. Rick came over to chop it up. Today, half of it was removed. I still have a few limbs that dad said he will come and get. Leaves are everywhere.
Yesterday, I saw my cousin Randy Jo. I was sitting minding my own business when she appeared. The person that lead her in sat her next to me. So, she got to listen to my crazy calls for about a couple of hours. She is a little nervous. I told her that the customers are not so bad. Much of the job takes practice and when I began, I didn't know anything. Come to think about it, the next person knows as much as I do.
When I got home, I decided to water the grass. I was calling around to see what I could do about Frank. He's been paying attention to this pink circle on his bottom. I am getting aggravated because I did not have enough to make a house payment. The last of my retirement was just transferred to my checking account. Of all the crazy crap. So, I decided to water everything. I am by myself to do yard work and I cannot remember how to start my stinking lawnmower.
I work in the garden until I realize my cell phone was on the table that was being showered by the sprinkler. Great. I don't want another agreement. I have been avoiding it like the plague. I make snide remarks about how Sprint wants to give me a measly $50 to re-join for 2 years. Seriously, not worth it.
So, I move the phone and take it apart so it can dry. Slowly but surely, it will work. I had to run around looking for an older phone. I found it, but all of the information that was stored in it was gone. At least, I can call a vet for Frank. So, I have been trying to gather numbers until my other phone is working again.
Today,I took Frank to the vet. It cost me $175 and I have to nurse him for a few days. Some gland ruptured and got infected. Poor dog. Right now, Frank is a little bit loopy and growly and whiny.
I went to the interview. I was a success; however, my accommodations do not match what she can do. I told her I can do pretty much anything, I am online doing school. She only had ten hour shifts available. I could do it as long as there is not a tedious amount of overtime. Until next time. I should be rolling over to HP soon, so I have something else to look forward to.
Other cool news, I found a praying mantis on my house. It is in the garden right now. I am really tired right now. I spent a little bit picking up leaves. I need to clean the house. I would have someone looking at the room but the guy seems to be a creep to me. Hopefully, this round with the American Classifieds will help. Last time, I had an ad for a whole month and nobody called. The paper is free for crying out loud!!
so, happy thoughts. I get paid on Friday. Until I get a new room mate, minimum payments.
Yesterday, I saw my cousin Randy Jo. I was sitting minding my own business when she appeared. The person that lead her in sat her next to me. So, she got to listen to my crazy calls for about a couple of hours. She is a little nervous. I told her that the customers are not so bad. Much of the job takes practice and when I began, I didn't know anything. Come to think about it, the next person knows as much as I do.
When I got home, I decided to water the grass. I was calling around to see what I could do about Frank. He's been paying attention to this pink circle on his bottom. I am getting aggravated because I did not have enough to make a house payment. The last of my retirement was just transferred to my checking account. Of all the crazy crap. So, I decided to water everything. I am by myself to do yard work and I cannot remember how to start my stinking lawnmower.
I work in the garden until I realize my cell phone was on the table that was being showered by the sprinkler. Great. I don't want another agreement. I have been avoiding it like the plague. I make snide remarks about how Sprint wants to give me a measly $50 to re-join for 2 years. Seriously, not worth it.
So, I move the phone and take it apart so it can dry. Slowly but surely, it will work. I had to run around looking for an older phone. I found it, but all of the information that was stored in it was gone. At least, I can call a vet for Frank. So, I have been trying to gather numbers until my other phone is working again.
Today,I took Frank to the vet. It cost me $175 and I have to nurse him for a few days. Some gland ruptured and got infected. Poor dog. Right now, Frank is a little bit loopy and growly and whiny.
I went to the interview. I was a success; however, my accommodations do not match what she can do. I told her I can do pretty much anything, I am online doing school. She only had ten hour shifts available. I could do it as long as there is not a tedious amount of overtime. Until next time. I should be rolling over to HP soon, so I have something else to look forward to.
Other cool news, I found a praying mantis on my house. It is in the garden right now. I am really tired right now. I spent a little bit picking up leaves. I need to clean the house. I would have someone looking at the room but the guy seems to be a creep to me. Hopefully, this round with the American Classifieds will help. Last time, I had an ad for a whole month and nobody called. The paper is free for crying out loud!!
so, happy thoughts. I get paid on Friday. Until I get a new room mate, minimum payments.
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