And the Party Never Ends

Last night at work was another financial train wreck. I'm talking monumental crash here. I can't drive in for what I'm making. Something has to change. Sitting outside at 6:45 last night with one table that was paid up, I contemplated my sad state of financial affairs. I could not, for the life of me, figure out how I've managed to downgrade my job status yet again. By the time I set the cruise for the ride home, I was near tears. I don't want to talk about my tumultuous job carousel right now.

I will tell you that my landlord received two very similar emails regarding one dipshit maintenance man. It should yield a very interesting outcome. I would love to hear what the landlord says to DSMM when he calls him to berate him for his mishandling of the home he owns and two women occupy. I think I'm overly excited about this because it is the one lashing out I can see bearing some satisfaction. [insert evil laugh here]

The basement woes continue. I went down this morning to do a load of laundry in what I thought was my still functional washer. Turns out DSMM used my hot water to do the power washing. Of course he didn't bother to reconnect the hot water hose. When I screwed the hose back on, it leaked. Another try netted the same result. I believe the rubber washer is missing. He probably power washed that puppy right down my drain. Need I say more? I won't. I won't do it.

The window remains wide open for critters to wander into the basement. The incomplete clean up remains. There is no dryer. The washer doesn't function. The road goes on forever....