The Not Happy Thread - Continued

I got my side of the garage cleaned up enough to park my car in there again. Now my garage door opener doesn’t work.

 

Me trying to be healthier: -buys vegetable spring rolls and apple chips for lunch-

My job: CUPCAKES IN THE BREAK ROOM!!!

me, with no self control: -shoves apple chips back in bag and grabs a cupcake-

 

Not only are 1 bedroom/studio apartments about $1,400/month where I live but every listing is overwhelmed with applications and subsequently taken down within 24 hours. It's next to impossible to find housing.

And, I will fully admit, this is a situation where not having a smartphone kicks my ass. Being able to check listings/respond to emails 24/7 is a major advantage here.

 

Better than me. I woulda ate the spring rolls, and apple chips, and washed it down with cupcakes. lol

 

I've accepted the outrageous rent but just wish I can actually get a place.

 

First snow of the year and my car wont start

 

A recent 'upgrade' to MS Word now has it correcting every time I double space after a period. Old habits die hard, and now they are forcing me.

 

I was surprised how quickly I adjusted to a single space after a sentence, especially since I'd spent half a century tapping twice. My Scotch-Irish thrift immediately kicked in upon discovering the savings in paper.

 

Any way you can get it properly catalogued?
And congratulations on your work being included in your own library!

 

The (manual) transmission in my car gave up the ghost on my way to church an hour ago. I'm pulled to the curb waiting for a callback about the tow truck. That info was supposed to come in ten minutes--- 55 minutes ago.

At least I'm off the main drag and into a residential neighborhood.

And I have my laptop with me. I can write.

EDIT--- I've heard back, a robo message. Tow truck should be here in an hour. Anybody want to wager it'll be twice that long?

 

That hour's nearly up. Hope you're getting sorted and back on the road.

 

It's 1:40 pm and the tow truck's coming in another hour or so. But they're not allowing ride-alongs due to COVID-19 rules, so I have a friend coming to pick me up. She should get here in a few minutes.

Happily, this is the kind of neighborhood where I can leave the car unlocked with the key in it and no one will steal it.

And yeah, I'm working on the novel.

Thanks for the good thoughts.

 

I’m as old as anyone here and double spacing after a full stop was never a thing in all my years growing up. I wonder why.

 

Instructions for changing the headlight bulbs on a 2010 Dodge Caliber…


Congratulations. You own a car with a very sucky design, and there is no easy way to do this. Should you manage to get them changed however, don’t be too proud of yourself; it was just dumb luck.

 

Be patient with them. Staffing woes are affecting everyone, and tow truck driver is on OSHA's list of hazardous occupations.

 

On the bright side, having to get my own transportation home meant I could get out of there sooner. It wasn't till 4:00 pm that the tow driver texted me that he'd delivered my car to my mechanic's, a block down the street from me. Yikes, that would have been five hours from start to finish had I needed to stay with my vehicle.

 

My sympathies. On some cars the process is positively Byzantine.

 

Maybe double space is (was) an American thing? It was taught in typing classes here. I read somewhere that the spacing between words and letters was uneven on old manual typewriters and a double space made it easier to see the beginning of a new sentence.

 

I’m taking a break from working on the house. Yesterday I hung a new ceiling fan and assembled a new pantry cabinet for the kitchen. The stingy ass bastard I am, I went with the Ikea style build-it-yourself cabinet. Today I built the matching microwave cabinet, tore out the old cabinet- all with three dogs wanting to investigate what’s going on. The wife ran out to get some storage organizer thing, to organize space we don’t have, ie; the reason we got some new cabinets. I may see her next in about four hours. I’m expecting the call saying she was called in for an emergency at the clinic at any minute.
Now I have to find somewhere else for all the crap piled up where I’m needing to work, and it has to be somewhere away from where I need to work.

I’m starting to feel like I still won’t have enough cabinet space for all this crap. I swear this house seemed so much bigger before we turned the dogs loose.

 

I'm not happy because I mailed a guy who put information about wild bees on the internet and I wanted to use that for a workshop and donate 10€ to him to support his cause. But he said that little is basically an affront and now I feel bad.

 

There used to be a saying "Beggars can't be choosers", meaning if you're asking for handouts you should at least show some gratitude when somebody gives you one. It reminds me of a street beggar a few years ago who asked me for money and when I got out my wallet he got very angry, almost to the point of violence, and said "Don't pull your wallet out right here where everybody can see it, it makes me look like a beggar!" He then stepped behind a pillar where he wanted to conduct the transaction, and told me he had kicked some guy's ass the other day for doing that.

Did the guy specify on his web page that only donations above a certain amount were accepted or appreciated? If not then that was pretty low class of him.

 

Use that to buy yourself an ice cream cone. Screw that guy, what's wrong with him.

 

Even then his reaction is dumb. People can only give him what they can no need to be rude about it.