I'm going to be working in Scottsville for the last two days of this week :(. The only selling point is that Johnny and I will be reunited (he's my angelic maintenance man that my company stole to give me MMFH). My company is going to have me going to Scottsville two days a week at least through September :(. Which means that my schedule for the other four properties is going to be all screwed up (not to mention that I'm going to have no freaking clue where the hell I'm working each day *grrrrr*).
I'm starting to feel like the plastic bag in American Beauty just being blown whereever the company wind decides to blow me except instead of being a beautiful dance I look a lot like Elaine from Seinfeld doing her weird jerky/kicky/pointing epileptic dance.
There, that's your freaking imagery for this morning :).
I've been compiling all the results from The Great Informal Sleep Survey yesterday and today and will publish my findings shortly. Some of them totally met my expectations while others were quite surprising. And of course someone (not naming names, but you know who you are) skewed the age results by saying they were 13-18 yrs old ;). But that's ok, it was the "Informal" Sleep Survey.
Edit: Results are here
Rain is still just hammering away here and I've seen Foamy's lastest rant.
We've got a little situation going on with some children in our neighborhood. We came home Sunday night to find these two children on bikes and scooters running off our porch and staring at us. When we got out of our car, they sped away really fast. We asked our duplex neighbor if he knew what was going on, and supposedly on Saturday (when we were out all day), the same two children were there and were asking about our 50 gal fishtank which is out on the porch (empty at the moment). Apparently, those bastard children told our neighbor and Jason's friend (who was also there) that they were "going to have that fish tank". *eyebrows raise* Now Jason is absolutely horrible about leaving shit outside (power tools, whatever his latest project is, etc) and I've been telling him for awhile that he's just asking for it to be taken. But our fishtank? Oh hell no! Now this tank is way to heavy for those children to pick up on their own (even empty) so that means either they are going to get someone else to steal it for them, or I could totally see them getting pissed off and just breaking it for the hell of it. So last night, Jason pulled in everything from outside, including the tank. Meanwhile, I'm incredibly pissed off because we shouldn't have to do this. I don't understand when people began to feel that they are entitled to everything. And now I'm worried about my stuff on the front porch because I have a nice little display of gnomes and a gargoyle, mushrooms, plants and plant stands and I'd sooner kill someone than have them steal or damage it. And to think that we live in a nice neighborhood too! This just goes to prove my point that it's not the neighborhood that makes a place ghetto, but the people who inhabit it.
I swear to you though. Should anything happen to my house or belongings, I'm marching down to their parent's house and having some words and if that's not effective, police will be called.
I so need to move.
Off to put put putter around. You know days at work aren't as much fun when you didn't go to sleep hearing Craig Ferguson. *sigh*