Moving: What I Will Not Miss

DSCN0948bSo we’re finally moving. After a few deadlines set that were extended, we are now moving house this week.

Unfortunately we are moving from a three bedroom house with an attic, basement and a two car garage to a two bedroom apartment.  We’ve gotten rid of some things, but I’m not sure it’s enough. The person I live with, Mr. B is a collector. I suppose that’s a nice way of saying he’s bordering on being a hoarder.

But then I’ve seen that show “Hoarders” and he’s nowhere near having the problem the people on that show have. He has problems letting go of things, but most of those things do have sentimental value…although he has also hung onto magazines and newspapers with the plan to read them later.  However, we can walk through the house, things are neatly placed and our mail doesn’t pile up to the point of not being able to open the door. But then, we’ve had a certain amount of storage space that will no longer be available to us.

The storage space is one thing I’ll miss, but this post is to tell you what I won’t miss. So here goes:

  1. The smell of sewage that comes from the master bathroom sink periodically.
  2.  The way the shower drain in the master bathroom stops up only after a week to the point of overflow. (We’ve had a screen in there now for months so we don’t have to snake it or call a plumber every couple weeks and have discovered it’s not just my hair that is clogging it up. Honestly I’m really not sure what’s going on there.)
  3. The mold problem in the master bathroom. Even though a vent was finally installed, the mold still builds up in the shower and even in the toilet. It’s disgusting. The shower ceiling had mold all over it before the house had work done to it. So the painter painted over it, using some anti mold paint. However, either it didn’t work or he didn’t use enough because the mold that was already there is seeping through.Given that this ass hat only gave the master bathroom one coat of what looks like primer paint, I’m sure he half assed the shower ceiling as well.
  4. The wet floor in the master bathroom we find each time there is a heavy rain. This is new and has only happened twice now. We can’t figure out where it’s coming from because both times it’s happened, the only thing wet is sections of the area rugs on the floor. And they are sopping wet too. Everything else is dry.  The only place I can think of that it might be coming in, is the vent that was installed. But again, that is also dry when we check. It wouldn’t surprise me if this was the problem since the same ass clown that painted the place is also the same guy who dug out the space for the vent to be installed into.
  5. The sewage smell that comes from the clothes washer each time we start a load. This has gotten worse in the last month or so. It used to just happen if we hadn’t used the washer in a day or so and after the first load had started, the smell would dissipate. Now it stinks the whole time the washer is running and with each load.  (We’ve said something about this to the landlord yes. And we are told it has something to do with some sort of drainage dish and the fact that it dries out if we don’t use the washer every day.  Supposedly it’s normal but I call bullshit.)
  6. The landlord…I won’t miss her being our landlord. Getting anything fixed was always up to us. We had to make the calls, get the workers, schedule them and then pay them up front. (The paying up front got easier once I got in on the budget and had a part in what was going on. Plus it was taken off the rent so again, that was fine. And this didn’t happen with the big job done here in fixing a bunch of stuff and painting.)  There were also times we’d get a price and she’d write a check. The workers hired that I referred to above though, sucked. And the landlord wouldn’t hear us. She said, “This is for you and a better way of living.”   WTF??? These guys didn’t clean up at the end of their day, there was broken concrete down the hallway for a week, the painter insisted on cleaning his equipment in the kitchen sink even though I asked him numerous times to use the basement sink. I could go on.  Yeah, I won’t miss the neglect at all.  Oh and then shortly afterward, although she said all the work was for us, it was time to move. It’s been a couple years because of so much going on. But the reason we were here in the first place was to be next door to Mr. B’s mother, who is also our landlord’s mother. (The landlord here is Mr. B’s sister.)  Not long after all this work was done at this house, Mr. B’s mother began having health issues, took a fall and then couldn’t live at the house next door anymore on her own. So guess who else had to go too. So much for all this work being for us. This after living for years with a leak from the master bathroom and a hole in the living room ceiling. I understand the agreement was that we were here to be near their mom and take care of certain things she needed. But it still felt like the rug was pulled out from under us after putting up with a bunch of rude, disrespectful and inconsiderate men fixing the problems here, only to be told after living through that hell, to start looking for another place to live. trash next door
  7. The next door neighbor. This chick keeps her trash outside. Some of it on the side of the house. It used to be all of it until I said something. Now it’s just yard waste, which has been there for weeks and recycling. Last week, I happened to see the trash can in the back outside of her garage overflowing with trash and some of it strewn on her driveway. Our houses are less than ten feet apart so what we do in our yards effects each other. When she first moved in on a blustery day, she emptied her boxes and put them outside against her outside wall, which in itself sucked since it’s not a pretty view. But then the wind carried them over to our property so we had boxes everywhere.  When I asked her to take them in because they keep blowing over to our yard, she laughed and said, “Oh I know, I keep pushing them back and well tomorrow is recycle day so I’ll just take them to the curb later.” It so happened that it was a holiday weekend and the next day wasn’t recycle day. But so what anyway? She kept pushing the boxes back after they’d blow over here…um…”Insanity is…?”
  8. Parking issues. Sometimes we can’t even park right in front of our house because a neighbor from across the street takes that spot. This, even though they all have their own driveways right at their front doors.  We have back parking but the driveway we have is on a hill and makes it difficult to get in and out of the car when we park there. Mr. B usually parks back there, preferring not to be on the street though so this has not been an issue for him.

Thanksgiving Day

That’s all I can think of right now. I would prefer to spend some time thinking about what I will miss for the next post even though it will make me sad. But at least it won’t make me angry.



Parasite Cleanse

Well it’s no secret I’ve been in contact with lots of feces lately. Feces in the form of dog shit. It’s fucked up what someone will do for money when broke…or close to it.  I didn’t even think about parasites until I’d started this disgusting job.

Tomorrow is my last day and I cannot fuckin’ wait.

I will need to do a parasite cleanse and although I’m not quite sure where the money will come from for the steps and herbs involved, I will find a way.

I don’t know for sure if I have them or not. I haven’t tested for them and I haven’t seen any but I just have a feeling and even without that, I think given what I’ve been doing as a job, it is a necessary thing.

I did a search on parasite cleanses and found THIS INFORMATIVE ARTICLE AND ADVICE.

After finishing tomorrow I will be referring to it and will first be focusing on my diet to begin with.

This is difficult at the moment because we are getting ready to move but I want to use the move as a new start to other things as well so I’m adding this to the list.

I’m shaking my head thinking about the fact that I even took this job. It’s made me realize how low I must think of myself that a job like that is the best I can do.

I’m not one to look down on jobs and I’m sorry if this is offensive to anyone. I wouldn’t judge you if you did this. But these are my feelings so I won’t get into explaining myself or apologizing a whole lot here.

What I find weird is that the longer I’ve stuck with it and the more I worked it, the more disgusted I’ve become. That’s probably influenced by how I feel about myself anyway. But also a cumulative type thing. Like when the body becomes inundated with toxins it becomes less tolerant to those toxins rather than immune or used to them.

I’m more than done with this shit.

Edit Friday 9/15/17: Never did this. In fact, I never did much of anything after we moved because it took so much life out of me I could barely move for the better part of a year.

Ignoring a Stinging Jab

I wrote this off the cuff a year ago. It came up in my Facebook memories. Of all things to come up since I wrote it about a friend who is also in my Facebook friend list. She’s not just a FB friend though. We went to high school together and got to be pretty close friends in our 20s. We also stayed friends through our 30s and got back in touch later in our 40s and even spent time together then.

She has an alcohol problem though (not a judgment, I’ve wrestled with it myself) and I prefer not to be around her when she gets drunk. She also smokes like a chimney and it’s disgusting to me to be around that, especially with the place closed up. It so happened we were spending time in those latter years at her place watching hockey games. She’s a huge fan of the local professional team and I enjoy the games too. But she would also sit and text some other person who was watching the game somewhere else and chat with him about the game, while I was sitting in the same room with her. I hated that.


She’d written something that stung that day and I don’t remember now what it was or what it was about.

I also remember telling myself that it isn’t worth saying anything to her because she was probably drunk (as usual) or possibly on pain pills. Not that being under the influence is an excuse. It’s not. It just helps me understand that it is completely futile to confront and tell her what she said hurt me. Nothing would get resolved. I’ve tried it before. She’s not the same person she used to be and our friendship, although it used to go way beyond the internet is only a Facebook friendship now. And given what she’s like now, I don’t want it to go any deeper than that.

Sometimes it’s not worth it to confront
and just ignore.
But fuck if it isn’t difficult
to speak up and just be blunt.

The jabs
they sting like hell
like quick little stabs

It stuns
those passive shuns

The trickiest part
is to self admit
But clarity I feel it
deep in the heart

Intuition Can Be Tricky in Trauma Survivors

Sometime ago I wrote about a strange and bad feeling I had “after the fact” about a client of the company I work for.  I admit,  it’s a really good point that my imagination may have been running wild about that person…although I’m still not completely convinced that it was nothing.

I’m hoping that since the guy is a lawyer in the city of the burbs we live in, that he has other more important things to do than what my imagination was picturing from some bad news dude. (Yes I did a bit of research on the guy before I stepped foot again on his property.)

Of course I’m not stupid enough to believe that just because he holds a prestigious position, that it keeps him from the possibility of being some psychopath. I also know that my boss is a stickler about calling her when I’m finished my route and I also know that if I don’t she will be looking for me. And if it’s the day I’m scheduled to clean this guy’s yard, she’s well informed of those feelings I conveyed here in a post.

I know it may not save me, but it’s a tiny comfort.

So now that that’s out of the way, I want to say that I do think that even if the bad vibe isn’t felt initially, it doesn’t mean that it’s meaningless if it occurs to you later that something could be off.

Sometimes, especially in those who were well trained in childhood (like me) to doubt themselves, things could be a bit delayed.

Today, while I was cleaning another client’s yard, the house manager (yeah the home owners are rich beyond belief) came out and asked if I knew of any pet sitters. I told her that I’m a pet sitter and that it’s actually my background. All true.

She seemed thrilled and said, “OK let’s exchange phone numbers.”

Since I’d left my cell in my car, she went in to get paper and pen. Before coming back out she began talking to someone else, apparently someone who was doing some work inside the house.

And I stood outside and waited. I began to get impatient because I needed to get going. I was on the clock for the company I work for. But this woman just kept jabber-jawing. I understand she had other things to tend to, but these people were working in the house. They were going to still be there long after she handed off her phone number to me and I was on my way. I heard her talking to them, and what she was saying was not anything of dire importance that couldn’t wait. One thing I heard her say was, “You do what you gotta do and we’ll stay outta your way.”

So I was standing there getting a bit antsy, until finally she came out and gave me her number and we made plans that I would call her this afternoon.

So I did.

And when I did she asked if she could call me back later.

I said, “Sure, do you have an approximate time?” I asked this because I wanted to be sure I would be available. I had things to do and wouldn’t be sitting by my phone waiting for a call back.

Her response was in a rather snitty tone, “I don’t know but I have a plumber on the other line and must get back to him. I will call you later.” And then in a sing-song tone, she said, “Thenks” and hung up.

Edit Friday 9/15/17: Fucking. Bitch. I knew when she had taken no consideration of my time, that she would be an asshole when I called. I just knew it. But I stood there and waited any fucking way. Stupid me, still taking crap from someone who had no regard for me.

When this woman first came out to ask about pet sitters I thought she was nice enough. She was polite when she asked about it and was even excited when I told her that I’m a pet sitter.

I even thought that maybe I was being a bit sensitive when I thought her disrespectful of my time, while I stood outside waiting as she small-talked the men inside the house.

FACEPALM. Duh…of course not. I don’t know for sure, but I’d bet she was just being a cunt for the sake of having this power to ‘make me wait.’

I was giving her the benefit of the doubt. After all she is a house manager and has quite a bit going on.

But then when she acted like a rude asshole on the phone, there was no doubt.

Apparently the dog shit scooper turned pet sitter’s time doesn’t rank in this woman’s eyes.

This time I had the correct vibe. I just ignored it.