Darrrr she blows!!!
Oh, and I found out they DO have catfish in Washington. Well, of course they do, obviously, it being the most common species of fish in the US, but they have fishable numbers. I'd probably be the only asshole in the whole state trying to catch them, but why not? I bet they taste spectacular coming out of that super clean Northwest water! Yummy!
I am so tired. I need to be up around noon to go work on this ladies house. She got the owner's number and now calls him to bitch him out. See, she couldn't get a hold of me on Monday cause, you know, I was in the fucking hospital. So she freaks out and calls him, after I leave a message on her machine explaining what's going on, and bitches him out. So he calls me and bitches me out, telling me how she's all pissed at me. Whatver. Truth of the matter is, I fucked up huge by renting to her cause her credits so bad (I thought the report was flawed, and liked her, so let her move in...come to find out her report wasn't flawed). So if she broke this lease and moved out, she'd never get another place.
Probably her and I will get into it later today. Fuck her. Her own daughter ran away recently, while I was there, cause her mom's freaking out about how she lost so much weight in a month and she must be on drugs. Now, the girl obviously parties, I met her and can tell, but if she was doing THAT much of any drug, it'd be very obvious. She'd have to be doing speed, coke or heroin to lose as much weight as the mother claimed she was losing. The problem was, I never once saw her high, and I never once saw her fiending for a dose. I have an eye for both, as I spent ten years of my life surrounded by addicts and junkies. I can meet a perfect stranger and tell if they're fiending for a hit, and most times I can even tell what they're fiending for (a heroin craving looks a lot different then a meth craving). This girl just didn't have it.
Anyways, why rant?! If I wake up early enough and get the work done in time, my ass is going fishing for a few hours. If I get up by noon, hit up the bank, and am at her house by, say, 2:00, I can get most of the work she needs done by 4:00 or 5:00, that means I'll have an hour or so of sunlight at the lake. More then I need, especially since it's cold and I don't want to get sicker then I am (probably stay in the truck with the heater on and fish right out of it the open window
gotta love trucks .
Oh, and I found out they DO have catfish in Washington. Well, of course they do, obviously, it being the most common species of fish in the US, but they have fishable numbers. I'd probably be the only asshole in the whole state trying to catch them, but why not? I bet they taste spectacular coming out of that super clean Northwest water! Yummy!
I am so tired. I need to be up around noon to go work on this ladies house. She got the owner's number and now calls him to bitch him out. See, she couldn't get a hold of me on Monday cause, you know, I was in the fucking hospital. So she freaks out and calls him, after I leave a message on her machine explaining what's going on, and bitches him out. So he calls me and bitches me out, telling me how she's all pissed at me. Whatver. Truth of the matter is, I fucked up huge by renting to her cause her credits so bad (I thought the report was flawed, and liked her, so let her move in...come to find out her report wasn't flawed). So if she broke this lease and moved out, she'd never get another place.
Probably her and I will get into it later today. Fuck her. Her own daughter ran away recently, while I was there, cause her mom's freaking out about how she lost so much weight in a month and she must be on drugs. Now, the girl obviously parties, I met her and can tell, but if she was doing THAT much of any drug, it'd be very obvious. She'd have to be doing speed, coke or heroin to lose as much weight as the mother claimed she was losing. The problem was, I never once saw her high, and I never once saw her fiending for a dose. I have an eye for both, as I spent ten years of my life surrounded by addicts and junkies. I can meet a perfect stranger and tell if they're fiending for a hit, and most times I can even tell what they're fiending for (a heroin craving looks a lot different then a meth craving). This girl just didn't have it.
Anyways, why rant?! If I wake up early enough and get the work done in time, my ass is going fishing for a few hours. If I get up by noon, hit up the bank, and am at her house by, say, 2:00, I can get most of the work she needs done by 4:00 or 5:00, that means I'll have an hour or so of sunlight at the lake. More then I need, especially since it's cold and I don't want to get sicker then I am (probably stay in the truck with the heater on and fish right out of it the open window
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Good luck with the dumb bitch you gotta deal with.