Am I a bad person because I revel in the failure of others when they set themselves up with unrealistic goals coupled with unreasonable expectations? I speak specifically of the house flipper shows on TLC and HGTV. I enjoy watching them because there's something in me that appreciates both building something new and taking some old and making it look good again. I do so love it, though, when some ass-hat thinks that he or she is going to take a run-down, trashed house that they bought for some-hundred thousand dollars, spend $20,000 on a remodel, hire their friend's chum for the contractor, do some of the work themselves to cut cost, buy the cheapest materials and appliances they can find, get the house ready to be back on the market in three weeks asking for two hundred thousand more than its actually worth.
I'm not sure what I like morewatching that happen, or watching the real estate experts that come on the show look these people in the eye and indirectly tell them that they're a dumb-dumb and their project is going to tank. Tack on the occasional legitimate contraction hired by these morons walking off the job in frustration and never coming back, and I am in failure heaven. SometimesI cackle.
The next couple of weeks are going to be easy: I work tomorrow and Tuesday, then I'm off for three days plus the weekend for my birthday. Four and a half days later, I leave for about ten days, heading home to Washington to spend some time with my family for a couple of days and then the rest of the week with my best girl up at my dad's beach cabin.
Work continues to drive me up the fucking wall. The newest annoyance on my list is specifically our dispatcher. How many times do I need to tell him something before it sinks into his stupid head? Honestly, after telling him something via voice mail, then in conversation on the phone, he'll call me back later that day and ask me about the same fucking thing I've already told him twice before, not three hours prior. Also, apparently written instruction/notification is not enough, as he had no idea where I was Friday morning, even though I wrote in red, bold letters in the e-mail I sent him the night prior that I was heading to a particular customer.
My buddy's website that I built (for the sword, see last post) is live and he's slowly adding stuff to it. He's still getting the hang of formatting his entries. I'm trying to work with him to clean it up a little bit. He told me Friday night that as soon as the site went up and his friend posted a link to it on some armorer's forum, he already had two huge orders for tools. I'm really glad it's coming through for him.
I got the new Ikea 2008 catalog in the mail. It kind of makes my wiener hard.
I'm going to make some wonderful browned chicken and dirty rice for dinner tonight. I might also enjoy a nice rum and coke on the rocks. Or six.
I'm not sure what I like morewatching that happen, or watching the real estate experts that come on the show look these people in the eye and indirectly tell them that they're a dumb-dumb and their project is going to tank. Tack on the occasional legitimate contraction hired by these morons walking off the job in frustration and never coming back, and I am in failure heaven. SometimesI cackle.
The next couple of weeks are going to be easy: I work tomorrow and Tuesday, then I'm off for three days plus the weekend for my birthday. Four and a half days later, I leave for about ten days, heading home to Washington to spend some time with my family for a couple of days and then the rest of the week with my best girl up at my dad's beach cabin.
Work continues to drive me up the fucking wall. The newest annoyance on my list is specifically our dispatcher. How many times do I need to tell him something before it sinks into his stupid head? Honestly, after telling him something via voice mail, then in conversation on the phone, he'll call me back later that day and ask me about the same fucking thing I've already told him twice before, not three hours prior. Also, apparently written instruction/notification is not enough, as he had no idea where I was Friday morning, even though I wrote in red, bold letters in the e-mail I sent him the night prior that I was heading to a particular customer.
My buddy's website that I built (for the sword, see last post) is live and he's slowly adding stuff to it. He's still getting the hang of formatting his entries. I'm trying to work with him to clean it up a little bit. He told me Friday night that as soon as the site went up and his friend posted a link to it on some armorer's forum, he already had two huge orders for tools. I'm really glad it's coming through for him.
I got the new Ikea 2008 catalog in the mail. It kind of makes my wiener hard.
I'm going to make some wonderful browned chicken and dirty rice for dinner tonight. I might also enjoy a nice rum and coke on the rocks. Or six.
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