Mutterings and Musings on a Friday Night

Well, I'm about to receive a delivery of Vancouver's finest herb. My guy delivers his product in a Hummer. As long as it's safe until it reaches my hands, that's all good.

I haven't been able to kick my grumpy mood this week. I thought I just needed a break, but my mood's perma-fucked right now. Normally I can think my way out of it. Fortunately, I'm just grumpy and a bit snipey -- nothing serious, thank goodness. I think it's on its way out.

The boss is springing for my place to get cleaned instead of paying me overtime from the year-end shows, which works out great for both of us because, two words: No taxes! Beauty!

Tomorrow my little dirty maid shows up to scrub and shine this hovel of mine for six hours. I'll be able to eat off the floor. Fabulous. In keeping with this newfound cleanliness, I long to be dirty again, and there're prospects for an actual sex life at some point in the future again. Praise Jesus.

So, it's a Friday night and I'm home writing my curriculum for my summer camps that I'm teaching (yes, people send their children to me) and doing some pre-clean tidying and organizing that'll help me get more bang for my buck from this maid. I'm sort of telling myself this is the last Friday in for a while. I'm officially tired of being anti-social, and I'm throwing myself into gear... Sunday. No, really.

...it's an hour later now. I decided to go down and put a load of laundry in, only to find that my fuckwitted building manager has removed the laundry machines with no notice!

Needless to say, I've written a very angry letter to the manager and have cc'd all the most important players in the company back East in Toronto. I don't normally try to get anyone fired but the shit that's been going down of late needs someone to speak up to, and since I rant like no one's bizness, looks like that someone's me. :)

And I'd be surprised if an official reprimant or firing doesn't take place after my little spiel.

Here's a bit of it before I get into the bitter shit explaining about a half-dozen prime examples of these kinds of things happening in the last 2 months.

It's 8:00 on a Friday night, and after 2 weeks of intense overtime (nearly 130 hours worked), I've opted to cancel out of plans with friends and turn down TWO other invitations all because I'm excited to stay home, have a beer, and do three loads of laundry.

That WAS the plan...

Until I walked downstairs and entered the laundry room with my big-ass bag of laundry to find that THE WASHER AND DRYER HAVE BEEN REMOVED. With NO NOTICE. No letter of explanation. No offering of an ETA for either that pair of machines returning or what might be coming to replace them. NOTHING.

I swear to god, it's like this place is being run by invisible mute munchkins with sly covert CIA-type ways.

I'm completely out of clothes, for god's sake! And I ride a SCOOTER. So how the hell am I expected to get my clothes 10 blocks to the nearest laundromat? Do I conjure Harry Potter and ask him to magically send it to the laundromat? Or, hey, how about the company spots me $10 to cover the cab ride there and back? The last goddamned thing I want to do on the weekend is go spend my time in a LAUNDROMAT when it's THIRTY DEGREES OUT.

Sigh. Fuckin' nitwits.