Why don't you just go find a contractor...?

A note to managers of fast food restaurants...
When selecting what employee should be on drive thru duty each shift you should probably not choose the employee that talks like their mouth is full of shit. I'm going to guess that this particular employee has issues at the counter inside of the store, put them on the drive thru which can make any person sound like Charlie Brown's teacher is not a good mix. Just a suggestion.

Seriously...what's with this?

And, let me add that the larger papers are hiding several smaller papers so you're still not getting the full picture. I just don't understand who my fucktard of a neighbor thinks is going to pick these up. I'm gonna guess that the Indy Star will not send someone over to do it. But I'm tempted to call and ask.

So...I received what I am assuming is a telemarketing phone call today. This same number has called the past two days, today I answered it. I get a recording that is midsentence telling me to call an 800 number and ask for a certain person. I do so just because I want them to quit calling me and I'm ready to rip them a new one. Of course, when I call I get another recording...this one tells me that their office is closed on Fridays. WTF? Why are you freaking calling me on Friday if your office is closed? Shouldn't you change the set up of the automatic dialer?

And...here's Sasha in a bag...

Cheers!

I want pretty cabinets...

So...Marc and I met with another contractor yesterday. This guy would just be doing a smaller project to make some changes to a bedroom. I found him promising. Not only did he have a pad of paper to take notes in, he also had a tape measurer. AND...he used it.

Seriously. He did.

One would think that most contractors who show up to look at your house for renovations would have those things, but let me tell you, they don't. And, needless to say, my requirements for being excited over how promising a prospective contractor is have dropped drastically. Of course, another point in this guy's favor was that he had actually done work for Marc before...so apparently, he'll also show up to do a job.

As you may or may not know, we thought that last week we would finally have our third complete quote back, and could then pick someone to work with...and we were wrong. This particular contractor, I'll call him #7 because I don't know his name, called Marc and told him that he had a QUOTE READY. He then wanted to make an appointment to present it to us. Woo hoo, we thought, that only took him a week...and in the land of contractors who were taking months to get back with us that was amazing. So...he arrived last Tuesday to present said quote...but apparently in the time between visiting with Marc the first time, calling to say he had a quote ready, and driving to Marc's house he developed amnesia because he brought with him ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. No quote. No pad of paper. No mental numbers of price to recite to use so we might write it down and add it up ourselves. Nothing. Not even a tape measurer. We then showed him the drawing of what we wanted to do, and walked around with him. It was as though he had never met us before. And, the fool drove 48 minutes to do this. He then informed us he wanted to have an electrician and a heating/cooling specialist stop by before he quoted the project. Seriously...WTF?

While looking at cabinets and flooring (things we'll obviously never need) last week in Lowe's, Marc and I found a book called "How to Build a House" (really, there is a book called this...and it has pictures), perhaps we should have went ahead and picked that up along with "Room Additions for Dummies" and gotten started ourselves.

Cheers!

To blog or not to blog...

Here's the deal (because I know you care...), I'm not sure I want to blog here. I write on MySpace, and I'm fine with that. I'm thinking that my thought provoking insightful posts don't deserve to be posted on two sites. How ever, there are people here that aren't on MySpace...and since I'm sure they are just dying to read what I have to say, that perhaps I might. Or not. I'm undecided. So...this may or may not be the only entry this blog receives.
Cheers!