Again I have to start out my blog by announcing that Lanes’ PR card has still not arrived!! And P is still unemployed. And I am still bats. Three cheers for the status quo. Not.
So the situation is that we are apparently supposed to wait for a letter in the mail regarding what we should do about Lanes’ card. We only have to wait up to two months for said letter. Considering we have been waiting since November, what of a couple of months here or there I suppose? Again, not!!
I just wanted to hit my head on the wall when P told me the good news. The only reason I opted against it was that with the luck we are having in this apartment, I’d probably bash a hole in the high quality plywood that are our walls, thereby starting another whole series of misadventures with various maintenance folks.
Speaking of which, there has been some progress on our ceiling though. Before we left for Seattle, one of the maintenance guys caught up to me in the parking lot and announced that he would come and fix our ceiling anytime, and I don’t have to wait for the other contractors.
His exact words were ‘you nice lady. You speak nicely to me. I help you anytime. You upset? You must be upset about ceiling. It very ugly. I come anytime. Shall I come now? I no want you to be upset’. Considering most of the time I usually just nod when he says anything, I was confused to how I could possibly be nice, but as our apartment manager said, folks get really nasty and colorful with their language when their ceilings’ leak!!
After insisting I was not upset, in fact I couldn’t less anymore, I promised to let him know when we came back. Which I promptly forgot about. However, he saw me in the laundry room on Monday and got me to fix a day for him to sand and paint the ceiling, thereby concluding the ceiling saga. In my gut I had a bad feeling since although he is really sweet, like a giant panda, he has more muscle in his arms that in between his ears. No offense, I think he is a sweetheart.
Any old how, he came sharp on time, but I was on the phone and P was doing some mad thing with a resume (probably now upgrading his choice words to ‘slaying’ and ‘exterminating’ from ‘executing’ and ‘spearheading’). I took the call to the other room because I was on the phone with a friend and when I opened the door it was like someone had launched a vendetta on a couple of bags of flour.
The air was thick with fine white dust, and the furniture, rugs, blinds, cushions, couches, everything was covered with a lovely coat of dust. I had a really exhausting day and was looking forward to the time Lanes was in school to catch a break and when I walked in on this I had tears in my eyes. I was beyond consolable. My mouth was shut, but I was screaming on the inside.
What made it worse was that I could not have my drama queen/prima donna balling my eyes out, ‘woe is me’ crying fit because the maintenance man looked like he was about to cry!! It was ridiculously ludicrous to see his large frame all hunched and apologetic as he explained that he was so eager to fix the ceiling he forgot to tent up the area. I almost had to comfort him, thereby robbing me of my ‘moment’ (aka the mother of all hissy fits).
I could barely hear the apologies as I walked around in a daze, surveying the damage. I was so close to crying I almost laughed manically. Meanwhile the maintenance man was still almost in tears himself, offering to vacuum and clean for me because he felt so bad, and that didn’t help either!! Last thing I needed was for him to be so darn nice. I needed to have my tantrum and get it done with.
I quickly sent him on his way, nicely of course, and then burst into a hysterical tirade. P had to come out abandoning his resume work (which he was not thrilled about but it sure beat having to take me the hospital when my dust allergies/asthma kicked in). Unscheduled hospital visits are not really good for us unemployed folks.
In the end we were both screaming and after that we just cleaned like two lunatics because we had to be done before Lanes (who has inherited my allergies) had to be picked up. The maintenance man came back again, armed with a toilet paper roll, but we turned him away. I have not seen him since, but I’m assuming he recovered.
I buckled down, and told myself there is no use in complaining when I had a job to do (in the words of my dreamy aging Canadian rockstar). When we were done, I had about 20 minutes of me time before Lanes came home. Poor P had to pull an all-nighter with his search as a result of all of this.
Lanes was also adding to my issues this week. After we got back from Seattle she was particularly badly behaved—worse than she has ever been in her entire existence. P took to researching parenting books on the web and I took to pulling my hair out (metaphorically, I still have some vanity in me).
She claimed she was missing her cousins and her teacher from her old school. I had to have a ‘profound’ talk with her about her issues, and thankfully by Thursday she perked up and shaped up—for now. With Lanes no one knows what tomorrow brings (but you can find out next week: ) ).
So on that note, I have had an emotionally exhausting week. The weekend was less chaotic and more relaxing. P is still feverishly churning out resumes, but no one is calling. If not for my mother calling twice a day, I would wonder if our phone was working.
Lanes is asleep, but that could be temporary as she has decided this week that waking up at 3am to have discussions is a fun thing—yea for me. So I guess I must sign off since I have to go make lunch for tomorrow and hopefully have that invaluable ‘me’ time before bed, especially if I have to wake up again at 3am. I am determined that there will be good news in the next blog….
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