Random Ramblings

Have I told you how much I dislike our employee?
Jeez I want to punch him.
Aside from some right wing mean spirited bigots I don't often feel like punching people.
I want to punch him...very hard.

My husband thinks he is awesome at his job so I tolerate him.
But honest to God you have no idea of the self control it takes not to just pummel this brat.

I just erased all the stuff I just wrote about him because honestly he makes me angry and as I write this I find my blood pressure rising and my heart pounding. 
I so dislike this kid. (or as I have fondly named him, the little prick)
He is so respectful to Rick.  To me, a woman, it's another story.
I tell him something and he doesn't do it. So I tell Rick and Rick calls him and he does it. 
Rick even talked to him about it and he acted like he didn't know what he was talking about.  Then of course Rick asks me if I am sure that was the situation!  AARGH!!!
Oh I could go on but I'll leave you just with that little nugget.

In other news.....
**I mentioned that our friends and neighbors got a transfer to Cleveland and are moving in 2 weeks. But they found out 5 days later that his father passed. He was supposed to move this week but that obviously has now changed. So with their 6 month old in tow they drove 7 hrs north to be with the family.  They will be arriving home tonight. This weekend is their first open house. So they are packing, moving and dealing with a family death.  All in the span of 3 weeks time.  I feel so badly for them. Her job is asking her to continue working up until she leaves. (she is staying that extra week)  She is feeling such stress and I can only imagine.
I asked them to come over Sunday during the open house to sit on the patio and have lunch and a few beers or whatever.  We have a little baby pool we'll blow up for the baby and maybe she will get a kick out of that.  I bought the baby a bikini when she was born so when she came to the lake she would be all the rage in baby fashion.  Nothing cuter than a chubby baby in a bikini.  Too bad chubby me in a bikini isn't as cute. They need some R & R if even only for an afternoon.  I'm going to miss them so much.

**It has now come to a point where I am getting solicitations sent to me via email from the blog. I do not do all those hokey give aways or advertise on my blog so how do these people find me? I must be a magnet for nut jobs and sales people.  Really stop it!

**I am now going to whine about some stuff that you are not going to feel sorry for me about. But tough, I feel the need to whine.  I miss my cleaning lady.  I miss her so much I could cry.
I miss all those that I could pay to have things done for me in my previous life.
I hate now being poor.  Sewing, cleaning, dry cleaning, yard work, whatever it was.
I now do this crap and I hate it.  I still work a lot and don't have time but now I don't have money either.  Truth be told my house used to be perfection all the time, now it needs swept and cleaned all the damn time.  I know I know I should be thankful I have a job. I get it.
But I still want to whine.  I need a wife.  I need someone to clean, cook and generally take care of me like a 1950's housewife.  Too bad they aren't on Craig's list because honestly I think there are a lot of folks like me who want to hire June Cleaver. 
A gal can dream.

**I like most of the  customers most days.
But this crazy ass woman was difficult from the get go.
I would have turned her lousy little job away.  You could just tell she wasn''t worth the hassle for lousy few hundred dollars.
But my hubby thinks differently.
Yet I am always right.
She was difficult on the phone from the very first call I knew it wasn't going to be any better in her home.
She demanded that we not be a minute early.
So he sat in her driveway until he was allowed to ring her bell.
Then she told him she saw him sitting in her drive way and "it was a damn good thing you knew better than to try coming before 10am. " OMG.
Her last contractor walked away from her job because she was difficult. 
She even told me this saying that they didn't understand perfection.
Rick made a point to put a sample of the color on the current tile for her approval as to a perfect color match before he got started.
She approved of the color match and signed the paper saying she approved. 
But yet when it was completed - she didn't think it matched anymore and was hysterical.
With hands flailing about she was screaming that no one understands perfection.
She is refusing to pay unless it is perfect. She was not promised perfect.
I told her as did Rick that we can only get as close as we can get. 
I told her that Rick will show her the color and she can approve or not approve.
So now here it is done in the same color that she approved.
That same color that she said was perfect.
Me, being a bitch told hubby that nothing was going to make her happy.
Either way he is losing money if he goes back or not.  Either way he is not being paid.
I think her kind will never be happy.
So if he goes back and spends another 3 hrs there trying to make her happy he has lost money. The job will actually cost him.  He has never walked away before but I think this one he should.  She actually told us proudly that she's had 7 contractors and let them all go.  
(and without pay) 
So apparently my husbands need to be liked far outweighs his logic on this subject.
She lives in a 3 million dollar home and gets work for free this way I am sure of it. 
Let it go I say.  I'd walk just like the last guy did.  But I know him, he won't.
This just happened this morning. He told me he'd think about it and let me know.
I will have to be little miss sunshine when I call this nut job and ask to make arrangements to come back to her home at the precise time and date of her liking and not our schedule as the rest of the world kindly does. 
She gets what she wants because she is a bitch.
Wouldn't it be nice if she got what she wanted by being nice?
And for the record I did that for someone yesterday. 
Bad situation and I gave away the store. 
But they were so nice.
So apparently this is our Karma for being nice.

** I'm really in a foul ass mood aren't I?
Where's Raquel, she likes me like this. :-)