What's scorching your groove today?

[plthijinx]

you got that right

[Happy Monkey]

My power went out 11pm Friday, and came back on 3 hours ago; and now my cable's still out.

[orthodoc]

That sucks ... I heard DC had the worst of the power outages.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Nothing like south Jersey, and much of it will take days to restore power.

[DanaC]

I feel proper hard done to if we lose power for half an hour.

[DanaC]

Scorching my groove today is my eczema. Think it's infected again. Only finished the more recent courseof antibiotics 5 or 6 days ago. Which itself was a top up of the previous course.

Waiting on a call back from my doc. Feeling really scritchetty and ill.

[orthodoc]

I don't have to worry about finding or giving a fuck today, because a perfect clusterfuck found me.

I was supposed to go back to smalltown PA tomorrow, hang out with friends and watch fireworks, then sign papers on Thursday that would make me a free woman, see my financial counselor, and join a pontoon boat party for the weekend.

Then my dad called ... he's having urgent surgery Friday. In Canada. So I buy a last-minute plane ticket and I'm going to be there, leaving as soon as papers are signed Thursday. Well and good. Nervous for him but he needs the surgery.

Then the lawyer, who's just back from vacation, isn't getting back to me - may not have the papers ready Thursday - we may or may not be able to even see him Thursday ... I'm left with a vague promise from the secretary that he'll 'try' to see me/stbx at 8:30 Thursday morning. No promises as to whether the papers will be ready.

Then stbx spends the day texting/calling me, freaking out about money, and telling me his income has dropped hugely this month. There won't be much to share when we split the accounts early next week.

And, as I get home after hours of stbx, I get a call from the friends in smalltown saying plans are screwed, their daughter's flying home a day late so they won't even be in town tomorrow, they're picking her up in the nearest big city. They'll just stay and see the fireworks there, most likely.

So I'm scheduled to drop cats off with son#3 in the morning, I'll arrive in smalltown early afternoon tomorrow, have no one to hang with (everyone has plans by now), spend July 4 alone, go to the lawyer Thurs morning and he won't have the papers ready, fly out to Canada in the afternoon ...

well, I'll be there for my dad. So that's still good. But the rest ...

[classicman]

Damn ortho - that's like a 1/2 dozen murphys all in one post ...
This part though -

stbx spends the day texting/calling me, freaking out about money, and telling me his income has dropped hugely this month.

I call BS! jus sayin.

[ZenGum]

Yup.

[DucksNuts]

Life in general!

Hey, we love your work....here's a contract and a promotion!
......................But, we've hired this girls who's 12 and has no experience, put her on better wages and she has the same position as you.

We are going to give you $1000 back on your tax!
......................Your car is going to cost $1400 to fix

Your power bill is only $400 this quarter!
......................But we didnt charge you correctly last quarter, so you owe us $700!

[BigV]

scorching my groove today (and days gone by and days to come, I'm sure)

"Login with Facebook"

Fuck that. I'm a Facebook hostage. My minimal participation there is because there are people there that I care about that have drunk that particular kool-aid, and the bulk of their current events are noted there.

In my opinion, they've lost sight of the wisdom of this aphorism:

"If you're not the customer, you're the product."

What are you paying for Facebook? Probably nothing. What is Facebook giving you? Facebook itself, probably nothing. Most folks are digging the information provided by others. What is a customer? Someone who pays in exchange for goods or services. You do the math.

[DanaC]

Fuck me, V, I soooo relate to that. Every so often I feel compelled to go and check in with people, but within a few visits I've had a bellyfull and don't go back for ages.

[DanaC]

What's scorching my groove today: stupid shit that really shouldn't be scorching my groove. Stuff that I know isn't personal but somehow, inexplicably, still feels like that way. Along with other random nonsense.

Maybe I'm just in a bad mood.

[Clodfobble]

Ugh... bless his heart, but my dad is an idiot.

He has never held a garage sale in his life, and apparently assumed that everything would be magically sold at the end of the day. So he casually mentions to me at 9:00 this morning that he told the new owner she could move in first thing tomorrow, since of course we'd be completely out by then.

FFFFFUUUUUUUU---

I call the realtor to get the new owner's number.
I call the new owner and she says yes, she was indeed planning on starting tomorrow. I warn her that all is not in fact well, but I will do my best. She allows that we could maybe leave a few pieces in the garage for a few days, but, you know, she wouldn't prefer it.

I call a half dozen consignment stores.
I take pictures of the furniture that I assume at this point will not sell, which is quite a lot of it.
I email said pictures to said consignment stores.

I call half a dozen moving companies, but the earliest any of them can come pick up this crap is 9:30 tomorrow morning.

I begin getting replies from consignment stores, all saying they are not interested in the furniture at all.
Finally, I get a lucky break and the last one says they'll take it.

I say I will have a moving company bring it tomorrow morning.
Oh no, they say, they won't have space in the warehouse for another week and a half.

FFFFFUUUUUUUU---

My 60+ year old mother and I move all the furniture into the garage by ourselves. My brother arrives just in time to see us finish. We load all three cars to the brim with little stuff, and caravan to Goodwill.

But there are still several huge containers of trash and recycling, and my dad's utility company is a bunch of Nazis who won't take anything more than your one allotted bin. So I realize I will have to go back to the house later tonight and load it all up in the minivan, because our garbagemen are nice and will take anything you put out.

But the good news:

1.) We will still be officially out of the house on the 31st, which was the contractual requirement, regardless of what my idiot dad told her. So no payment penalties.
2.) Mr. Clod offered to do the final trash run for me, since I had to do all the other work for this garage sale fiasco, and all he had to do was stay home and play videogames with the kids. So that was nice.

[BigV]

You need a drink.

....

I've learned that there are two categories of garage-salers.

Those who are having the garage sale to make more money.

and

Those who are having the garage sale to make more space.