Ranty and a little morbid maybe
Jan. 8th, 2015 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisThe new building manager is no longer new. He's been here a year. And he's more condescending and annoying every single day. After the inspector was here on Monday, I scanned a copy of his sign off, signed by him - Bob Zook - it had his name on it in 3 places - and sent it in an email. According to the condo rules, I had to file a permit for the work and a sign off after. That has now been done. EXCEPT...
This asshole has now replied to my email twice telling me I have to send the sign off to Bob Zook. WTF???? I am to give the piece of paper that was given to me back to the guy who gave it to me??? Each note carries a paragraph is condescension 'it is not my place to do this part of the job for you'. AAAAASSSSSHHHHHOOOOOOLLLLLLEEEEE
I don't need Calgon to take me away, I need it to take him away and soon, please.
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Last night, during the 30 minutes I was trying to return to normal breathing, I wondered if I would just stop breathing all together. I remembered, gratefully, that the dishes were washed and the kitchen was clean. There is a lot of dirty laundry but it's all in the basket. My brother will be the one to clean up after I die and he has all my passwords, is joint on my bank account and has all the legal stuff under control. It really was comforting to have everything in place.
Swimming gives me a wonderful hour every day when there are nearly zero distractions. The pool got new lane lines so that was a little fun distraction today but mostly it's me and my imagination with the sound track.
Today while I swam, I thought more of my death. And remembered my friend, John's. John died exactly like he wanted and like I want to. By myself, in my own bed. His sister called me to tell me and ask if I knew his passwords. He was in California. She was in Chicago. I was in Seattle. By the time she got to California, I had a plan to get access to everything she needed but... she found... by his bed, a notebook of all the names and telephone numbers and passwords she needed after his death. He was organized and he was ready and he was a great roll model for me.
The last song playing as I got out of the pool was Barbra Streisand's One More Look At You. Which was a bit more dramatic than I felt about it all. Part of me would love to meet John for drinks and dinner and a good long visit and part of me is fine leaving well enough alone.
This asshole has now replied to my email twice telling me I have to send the sign off to Bob Zook. WTF???? I am to give the piece of paper that was given to me back to the guy who gave it to me??? Each note carries a paragraph is condescension 'it is not my place to do this part of the job for you'. AAAAASSSSSHHHHHOOOOOOLLLLLLEEEEE
I don't need Calgon to take me away, I need it to take him away and soon, please.
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Last night, during the 30 minutes I was trying to return to normal breathing, I wondered if I would just stop breathing all together. I remembered, gratefully, that the dishes were washed and the kitchen was clean. There is a lot of dirty laundry but it's all in the basket. My brother will be the one to clean up after I die and he has all my passwords, is joint on my bank account and has all the legal stuff under control. It really was comforting to have everything in place.
Swimming gives me a wonderful hour every day when there are nearly zero distractions. The pool got new lane lines so that was a little fun distraction today but mostly it's me and my imagination with the sound track.
Today while I swam, I thought more of my death. And remembered my friend, John's. John died exactly like he wanted and like I want to. By myself, in my own bed. His sister called me to tell me and ask if I knew his passwords. He was in California. She was in Chicago. I was in Seattle. By the time she got to California, I had a plan to get access to everything she needed but... she found... by his bed, a notebook of all the names and telephone numbers and passwords she needed after his death. He was organized and he was ready and he was a great roll model for me.
The last song playing as I got out of the pool was Barbra Streisand's One More Look At You. Which was a bit more dramatic than I felt about it all. Part of me would love to meet John for drinks and dinner and a good long visit and part of me is fine leaving well enough alone.
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Date: 2015-01-08 09:18 pm (UTC)I continue to be mystified by your demands that I return to Bob Zook a piece of paper that he has already signed off on. This is not something that he requires, and it is not something that logic requires. And I am frankly more than a bit annoyed at your insistence that it is not your place to do this part of the job for me, since by my lights, this is not part of the job at all.
Please clarify your requirements.
Nah, I probably wouldn't send this either, but snarky condescension drives me right up the wall!
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Date: 2015-01-08 09:46 pm (UTC)Once AJ and I have a place together (spring?) we would be happy to sign up as foster parents for your girl, if you need! Of course, we hope you're here and healthy for a long time :)
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Date: 2015-01-10 04:07 am (UTC)Zoey will be grateful :)
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Date: 2015-01-22 12:32 am (UTC)I have added your LJ and Twitter handles to the list of stuff my brother might find useful when he comes to sort out everything.
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