Caterwauling

I was fortunate to have a slow day today. It’s been three years since I’ve had a slow day. I’m using it to be 23rd in line at Comcast. 

I wish I had someone great to cover me. Great, mediocre, breathing. Whichever. Not picky as long as they have a basic grasp of English. Or something. 

In any event I’m hiring again. I have seven out of 30 resumes looking varying degrees of promising. 

One candidate has a killer resume. But did not send clips. So, strike one. 

Anyway, desperate times and all. And a-Googling Goddess went. 

I cannot put into words the perfect shitpile this person’s first article was. 

Do you blame the writer … Do you blame this major publication for not putting an editor on the job … Or was the original copy fine and they put an incompetent kid on it who thought he made it “gooder”?

I’ll have to look at more clips before I can make an assessment. But if anyone asks why I don’t take a day off even when my body is screaming and my house is in tatters, this is Exhibit A. 

Now I have to wait behind some dipshit calling himself White Chocolate who is breakdancing in his suit to pass the time.  W00t. Is this what I miss when I’m cooped up?

Moving update: survived.

Old dump update: My place is being boarded up as I speak.

New place update: My realtor, who was crashing there while her condo was being renovated, did not clean as thoroughly as mom and I cleaned the dump.

And try cleaning without ventilation (i.e., with all your windows bolted shut). Mom and I are still feeling like crap between the construction dust and the cleaning fumes.

I hope that miserable twunt in the management office gives me back my deposit. The first Evil Landlady (we’re on 6-ish now) stole one of my deposits because she said it was clean but it didn’t smell good. WTF. So now if EL6 gets cute, I think Mom and I will go create a crime scene with her blood on those clean floors.

In any event, appropriately enough for Easter, I can say, “It is finished.”

Not to compare to what Jesus went through or anything. But I moved out with seven other people this weekend. So, as far as Termite Towers is concerned, we had far more casualties here in the modern day.

 Goodbye, perfect last sunset.