I’ve had a rather busy day. So busy to the point that I was unable to get any work done for clients or even myself for that matter.
Last night a letter showed up from the main office of the community stating that our yard was in desperate need of some work. For some god forsaken reason this complex is all about vanity, I’m not sure if it’s based on the fact that there are tourists in the area or what but telling us that we have to garden on our own property because it’s ‘offensive’ is completely beyond me.
I’m aware of the fact that a few things did need to be done, I’m not going to deny this by any means. What others fail to realise, however, is the fact that the three people living here work for a living. We’re not lucky enough to be like 80% of the community and live off our retirement funds. Since it’s against complex rules to use any kind of power tools outside past 7pm (I think) it’s not like we can get home or outside in time to get these things done after working our 9+ hour days. It may be cheap to live in Delaware but that’s because your paycheck is where you live. I’m living off a New York based salery, Karen on the other hand – isn’t that lucky.
A landscaper comes in once a week and does the grounds. You have to pay like $35 some odd dollars each month in order for them to do the trim work. This trim-work, however, more than likely doesn’t include weeding and unfortunately there’s a curse on Karen where no plants seem to be allowed to grow. There’s a lot of greenery out there, however none of it is up to the complex’s oh-so-important standards.
So today I was outside for about five hours, that’s 1/2 of a days work – and nope, won’t be reimburssed for it either. I was running around with the weed wacker just so I could make the old-geezer in the main office happy. They also complained that our barbecue needed to be moved because it ‘appears to be in the neighbors yard’, we were no where near the property line with it. I think it’s just that the gardener couldn’t weasle his fat ass through without having to slow the fuck down. Last I heard, you don’t cut grass doing 30 miles an hour through people’s backyards.
So once that was all said and done I wound up sitting on the porch for a few moments and just taking it all in. I only managed to accomplish the front of the house, there are still 3 more sides to take care of, two of which are rather long. My hands were numb because of the vibration coming off of the weed wacker. My legs were sore from the constant getting up and down, which has also completely KILLED my back. I was filthy, covered in grass shavings and dirt. My hair was all frizzed out from the humidity, I was sweating more than any female should and at that point even ice cold water and a cool breeze couldn’t cool me down. All I wanted to do was take a shower.
I come inside to find more piss on the rug from Princess, wet wee-wee pads from Candy and then I wound up doing some cleaning around the kitchen. By the time I did get around to taking a shower it was after 8pm and Sean and I were heading up to Milford to do some shopping. The Wal-Mart down here is only open until 10pm and I do NOT like being rushed. We left the house after 9pm, got up to Milford and since it was a super center, we managed to get some grocery shopping done as well. We get back here a little after 1am and while I’ve had opportunities to get some work done in the last hour, I don’t have the concentration considering my eyes are starting to cross on me.
I just hope that after we finish up the rest of yard work tomorrow, my eyes will be cooperating with me and I can actually get shit done. :ugh:
I’m going to bed.
