Category: Crankypantsing

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Hey Asshole, Your Racism Is Showing

Shelly

So. One of the maintenance guys was out back, picking up after the stray cats, so that the painter can finish painting the deck and fence. Apparently he didn’t like working around piles of cat shit, and who could blame him? The maintenance guy, that’s who. His exact words: “That little Messican always has something to complain about.” Um, wow. Unlike Mr. Maintenance, who was complaining to a TENANT about having to do his JOB. (And the painter is actually Ecuadoran and is taller than Mr. Maintenance, just for extra FAIL. Not to mention that he’s college educated and way over-qualified to be painting decks, but, you know, it’s a job.)

I am gobsmacked. And I wonder if it’s just because I’m white that Mr. Maintenance felt comfortable sharing his racist little rant, or if he’s totally oblivious to the fact that he’s a racist, or if I’ve ever done or said something that made him think I’d be sympathetic to his asshole beliefs.

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Nothing Is Ever Easy

Shelly

The maintenance folks came around today to inspect our fire extinguishers. I hadn’t been planning on staying home for it (you can just set your fire extinguisher outside your front door), but over the weekend the bathroom ceiling leaked AGAIN. So I called it in this morning. Then, while waiting for maintenance to show up to look at the leak, I tried to cook spaghetti squash. In the oven. Which was suddenly not working. The broiler was fine, but the lower element was not. We’ve been down this road before.

So the nice maintenance guy showed up, looked at the oven, declared the bottom element kaput, and went to get a new one. He came back, installed the new element, aaaaannnnd bupkis. I told him that the last time I’d had trouble with it, they’d replaced the lower element several times before realizing that it was burning out because there was a crossed wire. He opened up the back of the oven and sure enough, more burned out wires. *boggle* At this point, I think a sane management company would just replace the entire stove. They aren’t that expensive. But no, they fixed it. And by “fixed,” I mean it’s working right this minute but God only knows if it will tomorrow. Fun times!

Anyway, this is what a simple element replacement turned into:

Kitchen

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Customer Service FAIL

Shelly

It looks like I’ll be moving web hosts after all, due to new billing policies at my current host[1]. So if this gets disconnected before the move is complete, the old Blogspot blog still exists. It’s empty right now, but it’s there if I need it.

Signed,
Hoppin’ MAD

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1. No, I’m NOT okay with having my card charged 15 days before the bill is due, without so much as a courtesy reminder. And NO, this is not business as usual. I checked my old bank statements, and the charge has always previously been made on the actual due date. So yeah, I’m royally pissed off.

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This Is What Happens When You Don’t Pack a Lunch

Shelly

Peanut Butter M&Ms

It must be fall, because there are now peanut butter M&Ms in our snack machine. They’re waaay better than peanut M&Ms, so this is kind of exciting. Now if they’d just get rid of the duplicates of Famous Amos cookies and strawberry Pop Tarts, they might also have room for Milky Ways and plain M&Ms.

(I had a gross photo of a vomiting pumpkin scheduled for today’s post, but it looks like that may not happen until tomorrow. So now you have something to look forward to!)

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M&Ms

Shelly

So I’ve been playing with my food. And by food, I mean candysnacks.

M&Ms
September 27

M&Ms
September 28

Reds!
September 29

M&Ms
October 8

M&Ms
October 10

21 M&Ms
October 11

M&Ms
August 25

We used to have plain M&Ms in our candy machine. But that was way back in August, and because we can no longer have nice things, the plain M&Ms and the Milky Way bars were taken away from us. I mourn their passing, as they are far superior to peanut M&Ms and 3 Musketeers bars. (New and “improved” 3 Musketeers, I might add. Apparently “improved” means “twice as sweet, half as chocolatey, and tasting vaguely of rancid cigarettes.” Nothankyou!)

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Blue Skies

Shelly

Blue Skies

The weather couldn’t be more perfect. Unfortunately my car decided this was an excellent time to celebrate Muffler Explodiation Day. I was stopped at a light and heard a rattling sound. It got louder and louder, and I was hoping it was the car behind me, but no such luck. About a minute later, the “service engine” light came on. AIEEE! So I have an appointment to take it in on Monday morning, but in the meantime, I’m stressing about how much this is going to cost me. I’m also stressing about how much I can get away with driving it in the meantime, assuming it’s “just” an exhaust problem. I don’t really have a choice, since I’m cat sitting right now. Cat’s gotta eat! So fingers crossed that the Blueberry of Delight will soldier on.