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Fuck you Savannah Animal Hospital!

Wednesday, July 15th, 2015

Note: Grab a bottle of vodka and count the fucks, cause girlies on a rampage today.

I know I haven’t posted in a while, and frankly I don’t care – I have a life and a job and that’s where my focus is… so, oh fucking well.  Why am I posting now? Because I’m beyond fucking pissed the fuck off.

Bella’s veterinarian has decided that they will not provide me with a written prescription for Bella’s medication. Originally I had one in my hand, but they made it null and void when I requested a refill on her eye drops. It was given to me a few weeks ago, but based on schedules and deadlines I was unable to get it mailed out to 1-800-Pet-Meds to have it filled.  I had to make the choice (which I wasn’t thrilled about) of calling the vet today to request the immediate refill as she ran out last night.  The reason they revoked the prescription? They claim that 800PetMeds is not a ‘compounding pharmacy’ and the eye drops (1% Cyclosporine Ophthalmic Solution – Basically Restasis for dogs) received via 800PetMeds would need to be ‘diluted’ so it’s safer for her to get her drops.  Now, initially I though “OK, that’s a very weird reasoning to refuse affordable medication – lets look into it.” Because that’s exactly what my brain does – I question the fuck out of everything.  So, it was time to get on the phone.  After speaking with a rep from PetMeds they advised that the product I’d be receiving would be identical to the one that is provided via the vets office and the rep on the phone basically said “You’ve been misinformed as you’d be receiving the exact same product they’re overcharging for with no dilution required.  There’s also a good possibility that the prescription your vet is providing is coming from the exact same pharmaceutical company we received ours from.”

I appreciated the new information and now the gears are in overload. I went back to the listing for the medication on pet meds, read through the FAQ and it was confirmed a second time that the drops are in the correct strength LIQUID solution that I need.  So… that really only means one thing to me: It’s time to find a new vet.

I’ve praised this office over the years because of how nice the staff is, and how well of a job they did when I almost lost her a few years ago thanks to the fucking Milo’s Kitchen/DelMonte Foods debacle.  The one thing I was never thrilled about was just how much money I spend every single time I’ve had to go there – no matter what the reason.

Every time I walk into that damn office it costs me an arm and a leg. I’ve been to EMERGENCY vets in New York that didn’t cost me this much every month. I understand that having a special needs dog can take a toll on your bank account, but to be continuously ripped off because the vet would prefer their overprice prescriptions to be handled in house is highway robbery. It’s something I’m no longer going to stand for.

As of right now – I do have a one month supply that I had no choice but to pay for today since they voided the prescription from outside use. So now I’ll be spending the next month trying to figure out where else I can bring her and if some company SOMEWHERE IN THIS WORLD makes a baby-safe version of moisturizing eye drops that can be picked up over the counter.  Based on what I’ve been reading so-far, as an alternative I can get away with utilizing a simple saline solution in her eyes twice a day in replacement of the ‘medicated’ drops.  I know that no aspect of the prescription is doing anything for her at this point in time.  They aren’t going to magically bring back her vision, and considering the amount of gunk I’m cleaning out of them on a daily basis – the crap is clearly not even working anyway because for ‘moisturizing drops’ – her eyes are bone dry and bloodshot.

No one ever said that having a special needs dog was easy. This is something I’ve known for a while, I’m not naive, I’m not stupid. I’m someone whom loves her dog more than her dog (or this world) would ever know.  As a pet-parent, to a senior blind & diabetic pup, I’m watching her slow down more and more each and every single fucking day. She’s miserable when she gets her eyes cleaned out, she’s miserable with the two injections a day, she’s miserable when taking a walk around the block because she can’t freaking see anything and has to fully depend on me to make sure she’s not running into a ditch or about to bump into a curb. Her anxiety levels are through the freaking roof to the point I can’t even pee without her right under my feet, and forget me even going outside for two minutes to dump the trash – in her eye’s I’m leaving for a month long trip and she instantly starts with the temper tantrum because she’s not right on top of me.  She’s got growths all over her, one large one on her chest that’s in the same area as the massive tumor she’s previously had removed.

Minus the two diagnosis actually being medicated – I constantly bring up EVERYTHING ELSE to the doctors every single time she’s in the office and they just brush it off.  Why? I’m in here for HER health, not to worry about whether or not the other 10 dogs in the overcrowded waiting room get their 2 minutes of your time while your nurses do everything else. All I’m asking for is ten minutes of respect and the ability to have someone not only answer my questions, but tell me what’s wrong with my dog when I ask – or at least offer the tests to give me the answers.  If I’m concerned about a growth – run a damn test. If I tell you that the amount of water consumed every day has not gone down – even with the insulin – then run the test for Cushings that I’ve been demanding for the past 6 months.   If I’m constantly telling you about her shaking-in-the-corner-pissing-herself anxiety attacks – give me a pill OR even the recommendation on an over-the-counter sedative that’s safe to give her.  Why is it so difficult?

It’s not like I’m some junkie asking for drugs for me. My anxiety is easily fixed with a cup of coffee and a pack of cigs. If that doesn’t work, time to remodel the house cause mamma’s punching a god damn hole in the wall.  All I’m trying to do is make her last of the time she has left (no matter how long that is) more tolerable for her.  In no way shape or form do I want her to suffer through ANYTHING going on with her right now.  I’m refusing to put her down because she’s not suffering. When she’s ready to go, she’ll tell me.  If you’re even remotely close to your pets you know damn well when its their time (unless an outside source is involved).  Offices like these, who claim they take pride in their work and really care about their animals blow my god damn mind when they really just function completely on the fact that you would do anything for your pets even if it means taking out another mortgage on your house to cover their greed.

Why is it so wrong that someone whose barely keeping their head above water is interested in not only providing proper medical care for their pet but wanting to do it in a way that’s even remotely affordable? At this point I don’t have a single fucking credit card that isn’t completely maxed out because of medical bills or just daily life in general.  Every aspect of being an adult requires money, I’m not bitching over the fact that they also have ‘adulting’ to do in their own lives and they’re working to survive as well.  But being as they aren’t the ones whom actually MIX these solutions and then have the audacity to do a 300% up-charge because of “Supply & Demand” mentality – why do I have to just sit back and take it?

I work for a living too. I’m not some freeloader whose figured out a way to live off the system. I came from a blue collar family and know what doing 100+ hour weeks can do to ones psyche.  I don’t drive a brand new car and I’m living in a house that needs more work than I think I’ll ever be able to afford in my lifetime. I just need to be cut a little slack, and charging me more than double what something actually costs, on top of the $80 “Oh look, you walked through the door” fee is a freaking slap in the face.

So now, even though I’ve been ranting for the last 20 minutes I still need to not only finish a site that’s due this afternoon but locate and contact every single vets office within a 100 mile radius of me just to find out if there’s any possible way in hell of getting her medications for cheaper.  I’m so tempted to call her old vet in NY but I know damn well that a visit would be required and I have absolutely no money to even consider making that happen. I’m at my whits end. I 100% honestly have no idea what to do anymore.

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Downside to Delaware

Tuesday, June 24th, 2014

If there’s one thing in the world that I’ve grown accustomed to over the years, is a sense of urgency when referencing ANYTHING in the medical/dental fields.  Moving to Delaware has really been an eye opener to me. The area I live in certainly lives up to the nickname of “LOWER SLOWER Delaware”.  After all of the idiots I’ve met in the Medical fields down here while accompanying Karen on her doctors appointments, and even my experiences with the fucking asshole E.R. doctors in the BeeBee Lewes Hospital… my mind is just BLOWN on how horrible things function down here.

Todays Problem:  I’ve had issues with my teeth for probably the last 20 years, it’s genetics and other factors that just cause me to look at sugar and get a cavity. About a month ago I bit into something way too hard and chipped one of my molars. And when I say “Way too hard” that could mean anything from a pickle to the crusts on bread.. my teeth are just that freakishly soft. My father and I can easily compare our teeth to Chiclets, where my sister got my mothers genes and they’re cement in comparison. So having the crack really is nothing new, I figured just let it go and if and when the tooth starts to actually hurt I’ll take care of it. For me, and my extremely high pain tolerance that’s just the way things go. Yes, it’s unhealthy to not take care of them right then and there, but regardless of root canals and patch jobs, it’s just going to figure out a way to fall out of my mouth anyway. Case and point would be another molar that no dentist can seem to properly fix for me.

So, of course you could imagine my lack surprise when I woke up one morning (somewhat recently) and had a weird thing floating around my mouth. It was a large section of my recently chipped tooth. There was no blood, no weird ‘ooh…that’s definitely a cavity’ taste, it was just a broken tooth. I don’t know if I grind them when I’m sleeping, or if the dog was on the blanket and I punched myself in the face in my sleep when trying to cover myself and the blanket slipped, I don’t know. Who knows, it’s happened before (the punching thing) but knowing I had relatively soft food the night before made me question why things are just falling off of me.

For the last few weeks I’ve been dealing with it, chewing on the opposite side and really limiting how often I eat foods that require excessive amounts of chewing. A few people have even said to me that I may possibly have a thyroid problem because for as big as I am, I really don’t regularly consume enough calories during the day to maintain the weight I am.  This is well before any dental issues surfaced, I just never was tested for anything. So limiting consumption really is nothing “new” for me.

Last night, however, I got a SHOOTING pain straight up the side of my face… one that can only be connected to my horrible history with abscessed teeth. It’s something I’m used to, it’s not a new pain feeling for me, and something I’m commonly able to manage with a combination of aspirin and antibiotics. So, the shocker attached to it was the fact that the molar, which broke off in sections, is now a quarter of a molar and the remaining quarter is loose. Should I just wait for it to fall out? Sure, but at the same time I know there’s still the rest of tooth attached underneath the gums and having to deal with a fully impacted tooth is the absolute pits.

So, as I’ve done a few times over the course of the last few weeks (unsuccessfully mind you), I started calling the dental offices in the area. One, who is supposedly the best of the best “The Dental Group” in Lewes, as usual was incapable of answering the phone when I called over the past few weeks so you can imagine my surprise when someone actually picked up the phone today. Unfortunately it only caused me to have to be re-routed to another facility because after they charge you probably like $600+ for the “Initial / New Patient Visit”, they decide whether or not they’re capable of handling your current needs. I by-passed that shit and got in touch with an Oral Surgeon in Rehoboth, who takes the Care Credit Card and actually answered the phone on the first ring. After talking to the lady and explaining the situation she noted that she can get me in for Monday but there is no earlier availability. When noting that I’m prone to abscesses, and I feel one coming on she told me if the tooth gets worse to call them, but Monday is pretty much the earliest I can come in.

Now, I don’t know if being born and raised in New York has spoiled me, or what, but when someone calls you with an ’emergency’ situation… aren’t you supposed to do something about it? I know damn well if I was up in Glen Cove I could just call up Dr. Hoffman and be in the door either same day or following afternoon, X-Ray done, tooth extracted, I go home and sleep off the sedation. Why? Because that’s how you’re supposed to do shit!

I’m grateful that I do actually have the Monday appointment, and I know I shouldn’t have waited this long – I get it. BUT, when you’re someone who doesn’t feel any dental pain until it’s too late and irreversible, you just need to get things done when they need to be done.

I’m hoping, with fingers toes and eyes crossed, that nothing happens over the course of the next week. I do have a few antibiotics that I’m going to take to keep the potential abscess at bay so things aren’t delayed past Monday and maybe I’ll finally just start feeling normal again. For now, only broth for the next week and that should cover both the need to drink AND keep something in my stomach.

The biggest issue is every time I even swallow my own saliva I feel the tooth shifting around, I highly doubt it’s even going to last the next 6 days. ::UGH::

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Surprise…. surprise…

Thursday, March 13th, 2014

We didn’t close yesterday, shocking I know. We were advised at the closing table that documentation was missing from one of the co-signers and then it turned into a mad dash to get everyone on the phone.  We had to make sure paperwork was notarized, and they wanted a copy faxed to them so we could attempt to close the same afternoon, however the faxes never went through so in the process of that not working the co-signer ran to the FedEx store to have the paperwork overnighted down.  They wanted the fax just to start the process, but they required the physical copy because of the seal.

So, co-signer paid the $30 to have it delivered before noon 3/13.  Due to the wind-storms that flew through the north east last night, the plane didn’t take off until after Midnight and was some-how re-routed from New York down to Memphis, TN.  The document (per the tracking info) was then DRIVEN to Baltimore, MD and has been sitting there ever since. We got in touch with a rep at FedEx and they noted that due to the winds it was delayed last night, and unfortunately due to the winds today it’s delayed until tomorrow.  The rep said that it would be there by Noon on 12/14, lets just hope that’s the case.

So everyone is still all over the place, thankfully the owner/realtor gave us until Monday to get this all finalized (per her addendum to the contract). They sellers already signed over what they could, at this point they’re just waiting on the check, and due to their scheduling conflicts this week they’ve also given power of attorney to the lawyer so that she can represent them for this signing when we actually can finalize everything.

Utility wise, everything is on in our names but they still hold the note on the house until the check is handed over to them. I’m hoping nothing happens at the house between now and signing, but we should be ok.  Sean and I are both at the end of our ropes, we’re sick of this entire process and just want it to end.  Hopefully we’ll have everything settled by tomorrow.  I just want the keys, I just want to get in there and clean the place up and start our lives.

It’s just way too damn frustrating to deal with anymore.

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Figured it would go that way…

Wednesday, March 12th, 2014

As predicted, yesterday was a crap shoot.  While the house itself was primarily empty, there were still a few bits and pieces that needed to be removed. It was fine, but they had two freaking weeks to do it – what was the hold up?  The house itself is FILTHY, I don’t know how much bleach it’s going to take me to get it clean, but I’m fairly confident that I’m going to need to waste the money on Stanley steamer, the owners didn’t even care enough to attempt to pick up the dog piss all over the carpets.  I can’t afford to have the floors redone right now so I’m gonna have to have them steam cleaned twice just to make me even remotely comfortable with walking around the house.  I’m pretty convinced I’ll be wearing sneakers 24/7 until the carpeting is replaced.  My concern initially is to just get the house scrubbed down so we can start moving our stuff in.

As for the termites? While the inspector said that there’s no evidence of ACTIVE termites, there’s no evidence that anything was treated for the one trail that was found. So what does this mean? Since they saw it they have to treat it and since that was the only freaking company we could get to come out yesterday, we’re now stuck spending $1800 to get the house treated since we had absolutely no time to shop around for a lower number that would both treat the house and satisfy the bank that everything was taken care of. I felt like we were put on the spot last minute and of course the owner of the house didn’t help because she’s a CUNT with a mouth. It came very close to her being a CUNT with no teeth in her mouth with her freaking attitude problem.  I don’t use that term very often, but there are people in this world who are deserving of the title and if you ever met her you’d agree.  She overheard the last part of a conversation about how it would take three hours to treat the house, convinced herself that it would be happening right then and there and started shooting her mouth off.  She also made it very freaking clear that if we couldn’t have the house completely treated by noon today then we’d be breaking contract and they’d put the house back on the market and we don’t get our money.

#1 – Shut the fuck up.  #2 – You’ll have the lawsuit of the century because it’s not US holding up your precious transaction to pay off the brand new car you’ve got sitting in the driveway, it’s the bank.

I’ve never, in my freaking life, wanted to beat the living shit out of a pregnant woman but if I didn’t walk away when I did, it was going to happen. I don’t give a shit that you’re hormonal, your fucking house THAT I DONT EVEN OWN YET has already cost me almost $3,000 so kiss my fucking ass.

If they decide to pull ANY shit today and something happens they’re going to court. It was not my responsibility to treat your house for termites, and it sure as shit wasn’t my responsibility to hand you a full list of everything WRONG with the house so your DICKWAD of a husband can half-ass fix it to put it back on the market.

Her bi-polar disorder clicked in at one point and after she was done fake crying on the steps she looked up at Sean and I and was like “This hasn’t been easy on you, has it?” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? YOUR FUCKED UP REDNECK FAMILY IS THE REASON THIS HAS BEEN A COMPLETE SHIT SHOW!  I’m trying my hardest to not flip my lid and keep myself calm until 4pm this afternoon, that’s when we’re closing. I’ll keep my fucking mouth shut for the hour it needs to be shut for and if ANY of these fucking people say two words to me I’ll explode. The keys will be in MY hand, they’ll have their check – either fuck off or fucking try me…. I dare you.

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Move quicker damn it!

Tuesday, February 25th, 2014

We’re still at the mercy of the bank.  We’ve had to add a second co-signer to the loan because the first one (while well qualified) pays rent so they then needed to re-crunch the numbers.  The issue now is the fact that they sent all of this to us on Monday 24th, which is the day when we’re supposed to be letting the current home owners know we’re “good to go” and they can work on getting their stuff out of the house so we can close on Friday. We, unfortunately, have not gotten the green light – all we got was an extra 60 pages of a contract that needed to be filled out and sent back ASAP – now we’re not going to know a damn thing until tomorrow afternoon.

It’s a 50/50 chance that we’ll be closing on Friday, but at this point I’m leaning more towards next week based on how royally we’ve been screwed this entire time. I, personally, could care less about how this is effecting the current home owners because they lied way too much for me TO CARE.  I got this sob story about how they’re going into assisted living, can’t afford their bills, yada yada. Meanwhile, they were just downsizing and moving to a different community.  Why lie? Why even concoct a story? You didn’t need to say a damn thing to us, you could have been honest and said that the house was just too big for you to handle. Why even come up with some bull shit to try to tug the heart strings? You’re not dealing with a native Delawarian.. you’re dealing with a New Yorker who couldn’t give two shits about you at the end of the day anyway!

So by tomorrow afternoon (fingers crossed) we’ll know our closing date. I’m still hoping it’s Friday just because I’m itching to get the hell in there and scrub the crap out of the place but who knows. Either way I have a stock of cleaning supplies already written down that I need to buy and bring over there. I just want start the cleaning process, have Comcast come in to wire the place and the rest is cake.

I haven’t even started packing, it’s not because I’ve been too lazy to get started it’s because the “Waiting Game” aspect of things has lead me to believe that this wasn’t actually going to happen for us. Is there a lot to pack? Sure. Is it something I could knock out in a few days? Yes. That’s the beauty part. When you own the home and you’re not leaving a “Rental” property – you’ve got a little time to get yourself in and settled. So by default the first task is to get the place cleaned up, while cleaning have anything installed by an outside company that needs to be installed (In our case it’s just Comcast).  Then we’ll be heading over to a few furniture places because the only pieces of furniture we currently own are a bed and two desks. Clearly in a 2900 sqft home we’re going to need a lot more.  So, first purchase will be a couch, and then I’m hitting up every Thrift Store I can find to get the rest of the house furnished. I will NEVER buy a ‘used’ sofa from anyone. You never know where the sofa really came from, and I don’t want the headache of scrubbing things down to the point I’m stripping the color off the fabric because it’s just not clean enough for me to have any piece of mind.  So the sofa will be brand new, where as anything wood based (dining room table/chairs, end tables, coffee table, dresser, nightstands, etc) will come from thrift shops and flea markets. Why? Cause I know I can easily scrub them down and I’ll probably wind up stripping the paint off and staining them anyway.

Do I have it all figured out? of course. Will things go any faster because I have them figured out? Of course not! Sean’s a complete impatient mess right now, but I know he just wants to get this whole process over and done with so we can focus on more important things. I typically will keep the frustration levels to myself, but that’s because I know when it comes to certain things I can handle stress better. I also know I can handle paperwork better, but when you’re exposed to that stuff it’s just something you get used to.

The only thing that I’m increasingly growing impatient about is the fact that Bella’s hair is way too long and she’s been panting like all holy hell because it’s always so damn warm in this house. I spend a lot of time in the bedroom with the window open and the overhead fan on but that doesn’t help her comfort levels. I want to know the exact monetary numbers we’re dealing with for the closing on this house so that I know if there’s an extra $100 in the budget for me to get her groomed just so that’s one less thing to stress about.

A big stress factor right now is work has really, really slowed down to the point that it’s scaring me. I’ve always got little things to do but there’s nothing to really solidly keep myself as busy as I’d prefer. The only benefit to this is it’s given me time to get a new template together for AGn Designs, to replace the “Temporary Site” that’s been sitting there for two years that I freaking hate. I still have like five or six pages to format though, so lord only knows when that will be completed.

Either way, my inbox is showing me that I have a few things to accomplish today so hopefully I’ll be able to get them knocked out and keep my mind off everything with the house.

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The waiting game…

Sunday, February 9th, 2014

We got all of our paperwork sent out, and surprisingly it showed up on their desks much earlier than we thought it would. The package was two day shipping, it made it there in less than 24 hours. Normally, I wouldn’t care too much but when you’re dealing with a company that doesn’t seem to know how to make a phone call… things tend to get lost.

What happens when you receive an email from someone for the first time and Google just doesn’t feel like cooperating? It goes to spam. So of course tonight I get a frantic phone call from my father (who’s co-signing the loan) wanting to know who this chick is and why does she need information (yada yada).  So while I was attempting to teach my 65-year old father how to forward an email (he works with his hands, old school – computers are a nuisance… I get it)…. Sean was able to find the email in his spam box and now we get to play the game of “UGHHHHHH Where the hell is this shit now” while locating the paperwork that was missing from the file. I still don’t quite understand how anything was ‘missing’ when none of these items were requested, but either way we’ll get it done. We need to pull w2’s out of our asses, we also need to have hand-written letters authorizing all kinds of crap. I already have a letter from my father given me the “OK” to sign his name on the paperwork, but now we need another letter so they can confirm deposits to his bank account. Since when is a paycheck a “questionable” transaction? I don’t understand these freaking people, and I’m getting so sick of jumping through hoops and repeating ourselves… I just want this freaking house already!

In the end, the efforts should be worth the reward. I just want this process to be over with. I can understand why more and more people are looking for apartments these days… not only can they be cheaper (depending on where you live), but with houses…. the paperwork alone will kill you.

On the work front, as usual things are picking up and I’m to a point in my ‘skillset’ where I’m burnt the fuck out and pissed off all at the same time. 80% of my work is done through a primary contract. With this contract I have a Non Disclosure Agreement (NDA), this means that all of the shit that I spend my time working on can’t even be made public to help my own portfolio. Sure, the contract can take all of the credit for the 200+ hours put in on a site, but I get no recognition.. half the time not even a thank you. I spend my days with correction emails because something is off by two pixels in a browser no one even fucking uses. Then… I get five minutes to myself to update my own portfolio and realize that I don’t HAVE a portfolio since everything I work on is something I’m not even allowed to talk about.  The client list could fucking WOW potential clients, but I’m stuck as a mute.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep my mouth shut about things? I’m a New York Italian for crying out loud!

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Possibly looking up…

Wednesday, October 30th, 2013

So I got a phone call from the realtor today.  She noted that she had absolutely no idea that 21st Mortgage had blacklisted ELS properties.  She was furious, she’d been recommending this company to just about everyone for the past few years.  She threw out their business cards, and gave a few other companies a call for us.  One of them, First Credit Corp, has no bad dealings with ELS and she spoke to one of the main reps, he said that based on the situation he would do everything he possibly could to get us into this house by the initial closing date of November 22nd.

After Sean spoke with him, and I spoke with the realtor about a few things, we went ahead and submitted our application and forwarded over every bit of tax/income information that they could possibly need from us just to get the ball rolling and get everything taken care of as soon as possible, this way no matter what actually happens there is no ‘waiting’ period on our end.  The broker advised us that he will be able to get us a definite YES or NO by tomorrow afternoon.  So we’re back to the waiting game, but at least this time we’re dealing with a company who can actually handle the loan.

I’m still super pissed off at the previous company, but at the same time the broker AND his boss had no idea that this situation was even going on.  I know the realtor was very apologetic, and even the broker knows damn well that his company screwed up on this one, being as all of our information checks out.  I just don’t like being told “We’ll give you whatever money you need to get into a house, and I’ll even fast track any changes to address, but you can’t buy this one”.  It upsets me, and while I know this isn’t our dream home and we’re probably better off looking for something on our own land instead of a co-op/leased land, but that still doesn’t mean we aren’t ready to take the plunge and just get into our own place.

After talking to the realtor today, I wasn’t surprised to hear that even the owner of the home was pissed off too.  I really believe it’s the reason why so many homes are remaining at the “For Sale” status around here, six complexes in this area are ELS properties, and they seem to be the only ones around here that actually have good looking houses for sale. Everything else that I’ve looked at, outside of ELS but in the Rehoboth area were older homes that required a lot of work and time that Sean and I just don’t have.  On average it’s 70 hour weeks, there’s no way in hell we could factor in household maintenance on top of that.

So we’ll see what happens, hopefully tomorrow will wind up being really good news for us.  At this point we’re gonna basically say that if it doesn’t work out – we’re not going to bother to pursue it.  I really hope that isn’t the case, I really want this damn house.

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Un-fucking-believable!

Wednesday, October 30th, 2013

So we’ve been at the mercy of the underwriters for the past week.  We’ve been too patiently waiting to find out what we need to get into this house.  We finally get a phone call from the broker today, he noted that he’s heard from the underwriter and that he’s got both good news and bad news.

The Good News:
We’re pretty much approved for whatever amount of money we need to get into a new home.

The Bad News:
They can not provide us with a loan for any property owned by the property management company.

The broker then went as far as saying “If you can find a house in another complex, I can fast-track everything for you”.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

Supposedly the lending company is currently involved in a lawsuit with the property management company.  The company (ELS) is located pretty much throughout the bulk of America, at least one property in every state from what I saw.  Something happened between 21st-Mortgage and ELS in reference to ELS’s definition of “Rent Justification” and the rest is history.  This happened in the state of California, and even though I believe the suit is actually over with, 21st will not lend out.  Of course they decided to tell us this after they ran Sean’s credit about 10 times.

If you know, damn well, that you’re company is to not have any dealings with another company – shouldn’t that fucking information be dealt with initially? Don’t get someone’s hopes up and then have everything fall through. Where do these people get the right issuing is with a pre-approval and then tell us that we’re fully-100% approved only to pull it off the table as soon as they FINALLY look at the address of the property that we’re taking?

Money and credit scores are 100% not the issue.  We were told that we can buy whatever house we want as long as it it has nothing to do with ELS.  This whole massive bump in the road is completely based on the banks lending policies and all of the lawsuit bull shit.

After this conversation, I started to think. The realtor noted that the previous couple looking to buy the home couldn’t get the financing in order. I’m wondering if they had the same fucking issue considering the realtor seems to recommend the same lending companies.  Then I wondered why so many houses down here are STILL on the market (any home having to do with ELS). Clearly there isn’t a lending company down here that wants anything to do with them, so why should I?

As much as I love this house, I’m starting to wonder if I should just let it go.  It’s going to cost us around $1200 a month just for the mortgage and communities fees, for $1200 a month I can find a house a little further north in Delaware that’s on its own property.  I’ve had a few homes saved on my trulia.com account for a while now, they aren’t selling – and they have some pretty decent features that make them worth-while.  One of which is a home that houses a gorgeous pool in a massive backyard.  The house is only $230,000, and when you factor in down payment and mortgage it works out to about $1300 a month.  The upside is we would own the property, have a pool to enjoy in the summer, and there’s 4 bedrooms and 2.5 baths to make sure I have room for everyone.

At this point we just need to figure out how to get out of the contract on this current house when clearly there’s no possible way (unless someone hands us cash for the full cost of the house) for us to even get into it.  I do believe the realtor knew that the lending company wasn’t going to work out and she failed to provide us with this information.  There’s also upcoming issues with the lease agreement with all of the ELS properties because of the recent bills going into law with rent justification.

I know things work out for a reason, and maybe this particular house was just too good to be true.  It’s upsetting to know that we’re more than likely going to lose this house, but hopefully that means it opens a new door (a better door).

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You’re kidding me… right?

Wednesday, September 11th, 2013

So a few days ago we noticed a sign posted up by the front mail-boxes that a little boy named “Macey” has gone missing. Clipped ear, crazy yellow eyes, completely Grey coloring. Knowing full-well that this is the lil one we’ve been caring for, we felt it was only fair to actually tell the owner where he’s been hanging out.

Of course by the time we got anywhere near the house we found out why he’s never there. The “owner” of this lil boy is the same owner that allows her dogs to run free at night and pretty much cause nothing but trouble where-ever and whenever they please. They’re horrible animals that are a direct reflection of the owner.

Karen was already in the driveway by the time we really realized what we’d gotten ourselves into. She told the lady that he’s been hanging out at our house, she went on to say “Oh, that’s too funny, he does whatever he wants. His sister has been going nuts looking for him, we just wanted to know where he is. Usually he’ll wonder off but he’ll at least check in… he hasn’t in a while, we were worried.” So Karen let them know what house we were at and the lady said that she’d take a walk down there later on to see him.

About a half hour later she waddled down with her daughter, saw him eating on the porch and went right for him, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with either one of them, Bella was (oddly enough) more interested in their presence than LilBoy was.

So we got to talking while he was finishing his lunch, and grooming himself. She noted that she’d adopted him and his sister when they were about 8-10 weeks old, and they’ve been living outside ever since and I then had to so something that is SUPER PAINFUL for me – BITE MY TONGUE. (If you know me, you know this ain’t happenin easily!)

LilBoyHOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO CONSCIOUSLY STAND THERE AND TELL ME THAT YOU ADOPTED INNOCENT KITTENS TO TURN THEM INTO STRAY CATS?! THE POINT OF ADOPTING AN ANIMAL IS TO PROVIDE IT WITH A GOOD HOME, NOT A FUCKING FEEDING STATION TO FIGHT WITH THE REST OF THE STRAYS OVER THEIR MEALS!

I kept it to myself, It hurt but I did it. He headed down to the driveway while we were talking and the little girl picked him up noting that he got heavy and is a lot softer. Who would have thought that FEEDING an animal and giving him a bath would actually work to HIS benefit? :: head desk ::

He was then picked up by the lady, and walked back down to her house because she wanted to introduce him back to his sister so she stops going stir-crazy looking for him. Not like she couldn’t have wondered down here herself, lord knows she’s floating around on the road too.

So about an hour later I heard a tapping sound on the deck, guess who left that house with the quickness and came back down here? Yep, lil boy – been here since.

So please tell me, how you can look at this cute little face and think that it’s perfectly OK to know that you took the time to adopt him in order to give him AND his sister a good home but turned around and said “Let ’em live outside”.

Am I wrong for just wanting to bring him in the house and say “Nope, haven’t seen him” if she comes around? Am I wrong for wanting to report her to the DE ASPCA for animal cruelty? And to top that, report her to CPS because she can’t figure out how to properly raise her child either? Considering it’s one of the known drug houses in the complex? I’m so fucking annoyed with this goddamn family. Where’s he going this Winter? Lord knows he was hopping around in the snow earlier this year, I saw him and his sister numerous times leaving tracks everywhere. Did they even have a warm place to sleep that wasn’t underneath someone’s shed?

I can’t fucking stand this lady, I want to fucking run her ass over.

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This is just killin’ me…

Thursday, September 5th, 2013

I unfortunately needed to put the Little Boy back outside. While he is generally a really good cat, he’s also an animal that’s spent the last two years on the street and wouldn’t adjust very well to permanent indoor life.  A certain time of night he would be itching to go outside, and then he wound up lashing out by attacking Bella and Meow-Meow.  Typically I wouldn’t care about the playful aspect of his personality, but when it goes from playing to claws, and his eyes completely change. We all decided it would be best to keep him as an outdoor animal to ensure that he’s getting the frisky side of him taken care of in his usual environment, and then also making sure he has a proper place to relax.

So the bench outside has a nice warm blanket on it, and he’s got a little feeding station.  He doesn’t stray far from the house, and it’s kind of funny to watch him follow Bella and I whenever I take her out for a walk.  Usually he’ll get to a certain point where he stops following, but this morning he completely went around two blocks with me and her, and even used the bathroom when he needed to.  Not many people can say that they can walk their cat and dog at the same time, so it’s nice to be unique once in a while lol.

Work has been hectic, I’m working on 6 different sites at once and of course they’re all due at the same freaking time.  There are projects that I’ve had to leave pending because I just don’t have the time to transfer over to them and no matter how many times I post something on Twitter/Facebook/Freelancer I can’t freaking find anyone who knows what they’re doing in order to help me out.

I need someone who understands proper HTML5/CSS3 compliance, who also has some type of a jQuery backend. Even if they don’t write it themselves, they need to know how to work with existing scripts (which I can actually provide to them anyway).  From there, that same person would need to know how to code for WordPress.  Anyone can turn any theme into a WordPress theme, but I need someone who understands that you need to have EVERYTHING inside of WordPress as clients are not to touch the actual .php files themselves.  So the use of Widgets and Advanced Custom Fields (primarily the repeater fields) are required as well.

Now, while that may not seem like very much – you’d be surprised at how hard it is for me to find someone capable of handling the load.  It’s driving me absolutely crazy.  I don’t understand how there seems to be NO ONE around who can do it.

Help? 🙁

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It’s been freaking crazy!

Monday, August 26th, 2013

The past few weeks have been nothing but eventful around here, and of course that means I haven’t had any downtime to blog.  Going back to my last post, I’ve had a follow-up visit with Bella, she’s got a clean bill of health. I’ve got all of the paperwork together to send back to Del Monte and I’ve made it a point to photo copy freaking EVERYTHING so they can’t claim they never received everything I sent to them.

Our friend Colin came down last week, we were able to get a few nights of fishing in and a night of mini-golf but unfortunately Sean and I were overbooked so that was kind of limiting to any real fun.  It isn’t too bad though, we got to see our best friend for an entire week and while he was here we were introduced to a new member of the family.

smokeyLast week a little Grey cat showed up out of absolutely no where, and me being a push-over when it comes to something with four-legs I instantly said “Go get some food for him”, he ate, came on on the porch and rubbed up against my leg and from there he stayed. Knowing full well that I didn’t want to deal with another flea problem, we kept him outside, I treated him with Frontline (which doesn’t work BTW) and then was utilizing the Vets Best Flea & Tick Spray to help cut down on his itching. Note: That stuff works fucking beautifully when it’s used as a Mosquito repellant too! I’ve been using it instead of “OFF!”, it smells so much better. I just ordered the 32oz replacement bottle of it cause I can’t get over how well it works.  So thankfully with this spray (that my mom introduced to me when we brought the last lil girl into the house) it’s kept the fleas at bay.  I do believe that the stuff that the exterminator put down a few months ago helped quite a bit but thankfully we’re good to go.

During the course of the week a lady showed up at the house wanting to know what animal we were feeding and told us that he bounces from house to house, just about everyone in the complex feeds him so he’s – by no means – malnuroushed. BUT the alleged owner of the cat isn’t this lady, it’s someone else.  I then got a nasty look when she was informed that the cat was treated for fleas and ticks, she claimed that the owner actually treated him – considering the amount on him I’ll just go ahead and call BULL SHIT on that one.  Out of respect, I said if I was going to actually keep the cat I knew I needed to speak with the ‘owner’. So today I went looking for the alleged “owner” and found here with no problems (everyone knew who she was), the lady claimed he actually wasn’t hers and said take ’em, she doesn’t care and if anyone sees him in your window you just say “Too freakin bad, he was on the street long enough to be picked up and that’s that”. Someone else said that she was full of shit about not knowing who he belongs to but whatever, I wasn’t going to argue, I already knew he was gonna be mine anyway. I was only standing there out of respect, I didn’t care if I was told “No” when asking to take him off the street, clearly the ‘owner’ couldn’t do it – why should I continue to allow him out there?

So I went and contacted my vet, they gave me Capstar which works within a half hour and lasts for 24 for complete flea removal.  I was able to get that into his mouth (with a can of Tuna as a chaser of course) and then not even 10 minutes later I brought him to the vet because they scheduled the appointment ‘immediately’ (for some unknown freaking reason) and they did a complete work up on him, he was perfectly clean (minus the fleas), his bloodwork came back normal and he had no medical issues at all. He got his nails clipped and a much needed bath (he’s so much softer now!), and we were informed that he’s actually about 2 years old, he’s not the Kitten we thought he was. So…he was brought home and now he’s a member of the family.

I kept him in the bathroom initially, he does still have a few fleas coming off of him but thankfully they’ve been medicated with the Capstar so of course it’ll clear him right up. The bath at the vets office certainly helped quite a bit, I’m confident I would have seen many, many more floating around in the bathroom if they didn’t bathe him for me.

Karen and I (after getting him situated in the bathroom) left for Walmart to pick up the necessary supplies. We needed a second litter box, and food, and the usual “I’ve got a new cat” shopping spree. Two hours later I returned home with a crap load of stuff and after getting everything situated we decided it was time to introduce him to the rest of the house. Knowing that Bella was OK with him we knew it was just the little girl (Meow-Meow) that was going to be the problem.  She didn’t like him AT ALL, and normally for me that means OK, we’ll keep him in the bedroom and then slowly re-introduce them to each other.  The problem now is Sean is having a horrible allergy attack and putting the cat in our bedroom is counter productive to get his allergies to calm down. I’ll be throwing a Zyrtec down his throat later this evening when it’s bedtime for him.

Right now, however, the little one is in the bedroom with Karen (where she usually sleeps anyway), and then the little guy is hanging out in my recliner while Bella snores away behind me. Sean is down the hall sneezing away (poor guy).

We’ve named him Smokey, supposedly he was “Macey” to whoever actually found him first, but he doesn’t look like a “macey” and since he’s mine I can change it whatever freaking name I want.  More than likely I’ll wind up continuing to call him “fat boy” anyway lol. Who knows what’ll happen…

I do know that I haven’t had anything to eat today AND I’ve only had one cup of coffee, so if I’m gonna put in about 8 hours of work tonight (somehow) I’m gonna have to start brewing that cup right away or I’ll never be able to meet my deadlines.

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My gut instinct was right…

Thursday, February 21st, 2013


iceblastSo I just got off the phone with my service manager, he said that there have been some issues with two of the servers overheating and he wound up having to pull out the new dry ice machine in order to get things back up and running. I actually had a good two hour long conversation about how this is beneficial to the longevity of the server and all that jazz. Basically, the newbie in the building had no idea on what he was doing and let a few of the servers go untouched for awhile and since they weren’t properly being maintained, I personally almost had $5,000 worth of clients with no websites because of hardware failure from overheating. Yes, everything is backed up but even the back-up was looking a little grimy so John decided it was time to let the lil weenie go. Peace out weenie!

He got everything all nicely cleaned up so everything is now back up and running and I’m surfing the internet to figure out why exactly this dry ice stuff makes a difference, I always assumed it had something to do with dust buildup, in which case it made sense to have a few areas with air condensers, but this is supposedly the more beneficial solution. Google brought me over to icetechworld.com who has a fairly decent sized site informing everyone of the pros of utilizing ice blasting. I honestly thought it would wind up being too harsh on the system due to excess build up of water but it’s more of a ‘vapor’ effect so I don’t have to worry about something carrying over, and cleans just as effectively as someone going in there with some horrible chemical that will corrode the systems over time. You can view a little more information on them if you click here.

For now, I’m happy that things are back on track and clients don’t have to worry about any downtime. I’m just annoyed that it even got to that point. I’m going to have to think long and hard about allowing newbies anywhere near my systems. I’d lose way too much money every month if I didn’t have the right ducks in a row to keep everything up and running as smoothly as it is.

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I’m gonna shoot somebody…

Friday, November 16th, 2012

I’m not a big fan of the stigma around “Christmas”. I don’t like the fact that, since July 5th, I’ve seen nothing but Christmas decorations going up in local stores and really hate the fact that finding Halloween Candy at Walgreens took a lot longer than necessary considering it was a week BEFORE Halloween.  Now that Halloween is over, and Thanksgiving is fast approaching – there’s absolutely NOTHING on TV except for crappy cop and dance shows, with a whole sea of “Black Friday” commercials from every single store that exists in America with an advertising budget.  Please explain why it’s so fucking important to push Christmas on people? Why can’t people just be happy with what they have and not even bother anticipating wiping out their savings accounts just to go shopping?

I did my shopping online, and only bought for immediate family. Why? Because I’m not made of money and I know they were a few key items that would make them happy. I didn’t go overboard like I have in years past. Why? Cause I’m still paying off those fricken credit cards from Christmas two years ago just because I wanted to include everyone and their mother.  I then realized, it was a complete and total waste of my time. The best gift to give anyone is money in a card so they can go out after the rush and get something for themselves.  Why? Cause 99% of the time – they either won’t use or won’t wear anything you bought them anyway!

So why am I so annoyed?

Welp, I went out tonight with the goal of picking up a few things from the dollar store so that I can make sure that I have everything I need to have Thanksgiving (yea, remember THAT Holiday??!) go off without a hitch. It’s only going to be the four of us for dinner (Sean, Karen, George and Myself) but I still intend to do it right and make sure that dinner is lovely and everyone can have a nice nap afterwords.  So anyway… I pulled into the Dollar Tree parking lot and it was pretty much a bumper-to-bumper situation to the point that I felt like I was stuck in traffic on the expressway – this is a fricken parking lot so what the hell is going on?

After the LINES of cars found their spots, I was able to find one by the store in the “30 minutes or less” parking spaces that are setup for shoppers.  I noticed that Dollar Tree, while a little busy, was no where near as crowded as they usually are on a Friday night.  After picking up the aluminum products needed to get through Thursday’s dinner and a new ruled legal pad as well as a few decorations for my new Christmas tree (which Sean will be putting up on Thursday), I proceeded to checkout.  I dealt with the usual old hag paying for $50 worth of products with pennies (mind you, that’s 50 items considering Delaware is a no sales-tax state), I then dealt with the confused pot head wondering how much his two items were going to cost him as he clenched a five dollar bill. After they cleared the way it was finally my turn. While my 22 items (Yea, I keep count) were being rung up I asked the cashier if this is a typical Friday night in this parking lot or if something special was going on.  Forgetting that there was a movie theater next store I was informed that another fricken Twilight movie came out at Midnight last night and this particular theater was basically doing 24 hours of glistening vampires that can hang out in the sun all day.  I stopped myself from vomiting on the spot, paid my bill and preceded to walk back to my truck.

This wasn’t the typical walk, this was the ‘dodge-every-ten-year-old-you-can-see’ and ‘run-over-the-ones-you-can’t-see’ type of walk.  The lines of people trying to get into this movie blew my damn mind.  Not only where there little teeny-boppers going nuts while WAITING in line and already reciting scenes to eachother, there’s also a crowd of older teenagers who are covered in white makeup (or they’ve never seen the sun themselves) and they’re taking all of these gothic/depressed looking pics of themselves cause they need to “OMG THIS IS GOING ON FACEBOOK” themselves.

Some douchebag on a skateboard damn near ran into my truck while he was trying some fricken awesome dunce cap move and to be my usual jerkoff self I decided to set the alarm as a warning that not only was I watching everything fucking going on around my truck, but proving that the blaring alarm is going to be the least of his problems when they’ll need to scrape his ass up off the pavement cause I had every intent of running him the fuck over.

I finally, after a good ten minutes of losing my patience, get INTO my truck. The line of cars still hasn’t really gone away but knowing that they sure as hell aren’t turning into a parking spot anytime soon, I sat there for a good 20 minutes waiting to GET OUT of my parking space because people are fucking rude and think that your trying to back out of a parking spot means you’re going to steal one that’s closer to the movie theater. Fuck you, I don’t think so.  This is a time when I wish I owned a monster truck so I could just reverse over the fucking line of hybrid cars and drive over everyone.  So the asshole behind my car decided it would be a good time to put himself in park and run into dollar tree (for whatever fucking reason) because he figures the row of cars to get into the theater isn’t going to move anyway.  He didn’t make it past my car door before I started screaming bloody murder in his direction.  I told him, as nicely as I could “Unless you’re interested in playing demolition derby – move your fucking car NOW!”  And apparently when a dumb southern boy hears a New Yorker screaming at them, they listen.  His wife almost got popped in the face for running her mouth but I was a good girl and didn’t even say anything to her (though I should have).

He backed up and finally let me out, then of course he got himself into the now vacant 30 minute spot that I inhabited and they (he and the wifey) both were trying to walk down to the theater and were stopped by a security guard who saw the entire fucking situation go down. He was told to move and try again. So I nicely sat there to keep him blocked in. It took me another 15 minutes before I could even GET OUT of the lot because it’s just a fricken one-way lane and I was all the way at the WRONG END of it.   So when I finally was able to touch my gas pedal instead of just coasting on fumes I quickly zipped out of the parking lot and went on my merry way.

I made it to my second destination, Food Lion, why? Cause even though I spent $200 on groceries three days ago – there was a lot of shit (Thanksgiving based) that was forgotten. Thankfully the store was empty, probably because everyone and their mother was on the other end of town for the stupid Twilight movie. I managed to get in and out of the store in less than 20 minutes, still spent $80 but what’s done is done.

I get back to the house, check in Karen (who’s not handling Chemo too well), bring in the groceries and then need to head outside for a cigarette cause my brain is pretty much fried at this point.  So I’m sitting outside with Sean and Bella, and now the dog insists its time to go out for her nightly walk (an hour early).  So I headed inside to get her coat, and her leash and we take off.  I want to assume that the movie got out because all of a sudden the entire complex was like grand central fucking station.  First there’s an endless line of cars coming in (two of which almost killed my dog by the way) then there’s a random dog chained up outside of their house (freezing his ass off) and barking away as the owner is telling him to shut up. (Could still call Animal Control on the douchebag, your dogs obviously shivering bring him the fuck inside!).  We continue to mosey on, the road clears up, my back is killing me, Bella’s done her business a few times and now it’s just time to come home.  Then out of no where there’s another fucking line of cars coming through the complex, one of them had to have been 40 or so miles an hour with the way he was bottoming out on all of the speed bumps.  It’s never good if one can see sparks coming from the back of your car, and even though Bella is as day-glow as she could possibly get with her bright pink neon jacket and her white fur – she still was almost run over by this fucker cause he was going too damn fast to realize there was even someone walking UNDER THE STREETLIGHT.  Cocksucker.

We get back to the house, I realize that I started making bread last night and never jumped back on it today.  I picked up a recipe for the Bertucci’s restaurant Bread Rolls (my favorite rolls in the world).  The starter was to be made last night, and 12 or so hours later is when the bread itself is to be made. So of course I let it sit for about 14 hours, and now I’m waiting on the first rising process to be completed.  It’s going to be another 10 or so hours before I can actually bake the damn bread, but that’s OK I guess – by the time I’m actually hungry for it – it’ll be dinner time on Saturday anyway.

So now I’m sitting here trying to not work on a template for as long as possible, I really would rather not even code this thing but money is money.  I just want to do some laundry and get some sleep but we all know how well plans go through when you’ve really got your mind set on something NOT work related.

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Go the fuck away damn it!

Tuesday, November 13th, 2012

So Sean and I did some shifting around.  It was hard for me to sleep at night with him typing away right next to my side of the bed, and since it’s been proven to us that we’ll be here for the long haul, we decided it was time to switch things around. Now, originally I was across the hall in the spare room so that Sean and I could have separate office spaces and I wasn’t smack-dab in the middle of the living room. I know Karen wasn’t overly thrilled with my leaving the living room ’cause she likes having the company out there – but I found myself being more distracted by the TV than I should be and that puts a damper on making as much money as humanly possible to shut Sean up about how “We’re Broke” when we aren’t.

Originally, my moving to the other room worked out fine – but I’m not getting a decent nights sleep to save my self from a nervous breakdown and it was time to switch things up.  So yesterday I put work aside (it was Sunday afterall) and after Sean got the shelves up in my office (cause he’s incapable of doing anything without fricken shelves above him for some reason), the switch began.  His desk/computers/crap went into the other room, and I reorganized the bedroom. Shifting the bed around to the other wall showed how much room we actually HAVE in here and then sticking my desk in the far corner (by the window – YAY WINDOW SEATS!) showed that there’s still quite a bit of room left to move around.  I had the bed centered on the wall so that it was easier to get in and out of bed on his side, and easier for me to actually MAKE the bed.  When it comes to having a king-sized bed pushed up to wall, it also comes with the inability to properly fit a sheet down on the side without having to leap across to that side. #1, my back hurts too damn much to do that #2, my fat ass is not going to leap over something that shouldn’t be that way anyway. Sean comes in the room and pushed the bed back to the wall cause he doesn’t like narrow areas. Yea, ok the area by the door was a little narrow but I’m not done rearranging the room.  The TV stand and bookcase are going to be switched.  The bookcase is half the thickness of the TV stand, and by the time you even realize there’s a TV stand in the way there’s loads of clearance at the foot of the bed so the problems solved.

You would think that I’d feel a little more “zen” about this whole experience because my coming in here was supposed to be more peaceful but I still can’t escape anything.  The dogs been driving me crazy today because she, for some unknown reason, needed to be taken on super long walks like 4 times today, which is not normal for her. She’s not even sick, she’s just in the mood to run. I understand that she’s cooped up in the house all day, don’t get me wrong, but when you’ve got a pain in the ass hovering over you to make sure that you’re actually putting in X amount of hours a day – and someone who questions why (at this point in the day) you didn’t get as much done as you should have – I just want to start flinging dog poop at people.

I’m just in a mood, and it’s the “I’m gonna start swingin” kind of mood, to the point I’m hoping someone starts some kind of shit with me just so I can knock them the fuck out.

I really, REALLY need to invest in a fucking punching bag.

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It’s too early for this crap…

Thursday, November 8th, 2012

It’s the middle of November and I’m freezing my fricken ass off.  It’s not even like I’m in a state where this type of weather is expected (ie: Maine / Minnesota), I’m in Delaware!! It’s supposed to be boardwalk friendly weather until December 21st!

The “Noreaster” rolled through yesterday, it was pretty much a windy day with a drizzle.  New York got hit pretty hard, I know my mom had about 8-inches or so of Snow, which for November is completely uncommon.  And while the power did stay on in numerous areas, there are people from the last storm who don’t even have power yet. To make matters worse, those who just got there power back within the last 48 hours or so, are already out.  I wonder if LIPA has been holding all of their machinery together with duct tape and gum? How the hell do you fix a transformer to only have it stop working two days later? No wonder Gvnr. Cuomo is as pissed off as he is – you people suck.

There are crews in from all over the United States and Canada to aid in relief efforts, but then you see arial views of all of the LIPA trucks just sitting around doing nothing while all of the out-of-staters are pretty much handling everything.  The North Shore of Long Island has been taken over by Kentucky and Tennessee power companies and there isn’t a single LIPA truck to be found.  It blows my damn mind.  These states are coming in to be kind enough to help you out and you’re just going to sit back and do jack shit in it’s place? I’m sure there’s some kind of a union bullshit thing involved here. From what I’ve heard LIPA is still pissed about a remaining bill of like $75,000 from Irene so they’re taking their sweet time.  Meanwhile, just based on billing periods, they can make that in two hours since there a damn monopoly anyway.  No one wants Con Edison to be involved with Long Island, the rates are absurd and the quality of service is just as bad, if not worse.

I think they should just take the innovative approach and put all of the damn power lines under ground to help keep things moving.  It would not only put A LOT of people to work, but you wouldn’t be dealing with the bull shit of “Oh no, it’s a windy day – I think I’ll be dealing with ANOTHER blackout”.  That’s the one thing we’ve never had to worry about down here.  Even with all of the damage that’s been done by storms in the past there’s never been a major blackout due to a storm.

But, going back to my main point.  I’M FUCKING COLD!!  I have no idea where any of my jackets are, mainly cause I’m too lazy to look for them.  I’m amused at how the dog is sitting next to me panting away like it’s the middle of the summer and I’ve got a chill going up and down my spine that just won’t go away.  All I want to do is lay down in bed and go to sleep but I know I need to put in at least 8 hours tonight (starting now) to complete a site for a client.   There’s still about 8 pages to convert from HTML to WordPress, and of course there’s the issue of needing custom fields all over every single template file so needless to say that puts a damper on things.

I also need to figure out a conditional tag, I don’t think is_blog() would actually work the way I need it to.  The site has two backgrounds, the initial one for the home page, and a more compressed one for the content pages.  Now using is_front_page() and is_home() are working to display the correct background on the index page, and the content pages, but when you think it’s going to carry over to the blog you’re sadly mistaken and all it does is display the background located on the index page.  I’m going to have to spend quite a bit of time figuring that one out tonight.  Not to mention I’m also going to be dealing with the issue of the fact that the site was so poorly coded it’s not even looking the way its supposed to in any browser lower than IE9.  Whoever the client paid (originally) to code this thing was a total waste in money, and now it’s a rush job to get it done by tomorrow morning (Friday AM).  We told them 24 hours initially because we thought it was just going to be loading the template into WordPress and creating a few custom fields here and there. I didn’t realize it was going to require a complete and total recode because the moron who coded it for WordPress took the Twenty-Ten (not even Twenty-Twelve) and copied and pasted the WRONG areas into the WRONG template files.  STUNAD!! 

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This is NOT a good time!

Wednesday, November 7th, 2012

So even though I’ve got my own little office and a nice comfy ‘managers’ chair to make me feel important – it still doesn’t void the “my back sucks” issues I’ve been experiencing.  As many of you know I suffer from sciatica, unfortunately with all of the weather changes and the constant up and down all day long I’m pretty much in the “heh, you’re screwed” category.  I don’t want to do it, but I have no choice – I’m officially working from bed.  My laptop is on the verge of death but I’m hoping it holds on long enough for me to actually get something accomplished before this client begins ripping my head off.  I used my dual monitor setup for ONE fricken night (last night) and now, not only am I only on ONE monitor, I’m also only on a 17″ screen.  That’s a big drop for someone who’s accustomed to working on a 27″ screen.  The biggest draw back would be switching back from Mac and downgrading to Windows for at least a few days until I start feeling better.  It’s driving me up a damn wall, but what choice do I actually have?

Bella and I took a nice COLD walk through the wind storm going on outside. Its been raining since about 5am this morning, it slowed down around 7:30 and even though everything is flooded, she still needed to go.  Poor thing was being knocked over with every gust of wind to fly down the road.  I felt bad, but she needed to do her business and that’s just the way things go.  I had her bundled up in two coats.  The one ‘sweat shirt’ type of coat she has to cover her stomach from all of the muddy grass, and then the cape looking coat to actually keep her warm.  I don’t condone dressing up animals for personal gain just because one thinks its adorable to put a tutu on their Pomeranian (you’re an asshole if you do it so just admit it).  However,  I do condone making sure that if you’re going to make it a point to put on multiple layers to walk your dog, the least you can do is make sure they’re warm too damn it! It bothers me whenever I see someone bundled up like they’re going out to climb Mt. Everest but their short haired dog is chattering in the cold and running back towards their homes because they need the warmth.  It takes two seconds to stick a cover on the dog, why is it so hard for people to do that?

In any event… time to boot this piece of shit – all the damn updates finally completed.  Hoping to be able to get this thing up and running without the ability to take a half hour nap before completing the work for tonight.

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