OK, WHAT THE FUCK??!!
MY AIR CONDITIONER COMPRESSOR IS FUCKING SHOT. I THOUGHT, HMMM........DID I NOT PUSH THE RIGHT PROGRAM BUTTON ON MONDAY NIGHT WHILE HUBBY WAS ON AN OVERNITE TRIP FOR BUSINESS? WHEN I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING, IT WAS KINDA WARM IN THE HOUSE. PUSHED SOME MORE BUTTONS, AND NOTHING. SO I WENT TO WORK. THE NEXT DAY ON WEDNESDAY, HUBBY CALLED AND SAID THAT THE REPAIR GUY SAID THE COMPRESSOR IS OUT, AND NEEDS TO BE REPLACED. MEANWHILE, HUBBY CALLS ME AT WORK TO TELL ME THAT IT WAS 105 DEGREES INSIDE THE HOUSE. HOLY SHIT BATMAN.
MY GRAMMA WAS SUPPOSED TO COME DOWN WEDNESDAY NIGHT, BUT THANK GOSH SHE DIDN'T. SHE WOULD'VE DIED OF A HEAT STROKE. I HAD THURSDAY OFF, AND YES, I DID STAY HOME. EARLY WEDNESDAY BEFORE I WENT TO WORK, WE WENT TO HOME DEPOT TO BUY TWO PORTABLE AC UNITS, AND ANOTHER FAN. DON TOOK THURSDAY OFF TOO. WE LOUNGED ALL DAY BEING LAZY, AND THEN AROUND 1PM, I FELL ASLEEP ON THE COUCH, HE WOKE ME UP TO TELL ME TO COME TO BED AND TAKE A NAP. WE SLEPT FOR A COUPLE HOURS.
THE PHONE RANG, AND IT WAS MY COWORKER, BECCA. SHE CALLED TO ASK IF MY DM'S NAME WAS BRUCE IN CALI. I SAID YES, AND SHE SAID HE WOULD BE OUR NEW REGIONAL UP HERE. WOW. LIKE I SAID BEFORE, THE CALIFORNIANS ARE MIGRATING UP HERE. WELL, WE'LL SEE HOW THAT GOES. NOT TO MENTION THAT THE OTHER FORMER EMPLOYEE FOR THE COMPANY I WORK FOR THAT I KNEW IN CALIFORNIA, HAS BOUGHT A HOUSE UP HERE AND WANTS TO COME BACK TO OUR COMPANY TOO.
OK, I STILL HAVE TO RANT AND RAVE ABOUT MY AC PROBLEM. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. WE'VE SPENT MY BIG $5000 PAYCHECK TO GET CAUGHT UP AND THEN SOME ON OUR BILLS. ONE ESTIMATE FROM A REPAIRMAN WAS FOR $7100. THE REASON SO HIGH YOU MIGHT ASK?? APPARENTLY THERE IS A NEW ORDINANCE LAW FOR ENERGY EFFICIENT CENTRAL HEATING AND AIR PRODUCTS. WE HAVE A 3 TON UNIT, 10 SERE. WELL THE PROBLEM WE'RE RUNNING INTO IS, IT IS STILL LEGAL TO SELL THE 10 SERE UNITS IF THERE IS STILL A MERCHANT WHO HAS THEM IN STOCK. WHILE IF THERE ISN'T, THEN YOU HAVE TO COMPLETELY REPLACE THE ENTIRE UNIT INSTEAD OF A CERTAIN PART. GRRRRRR. I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO. I AM SERIOUSLY STRESSED ON THIS ONE. IT GETS SOOOO HOT HERE. MY POOR CATS WERE PANTING SO HARD AND LOOK SO MISERABLE. I'VE DOUSED THEM WITH WATER, GIVEN THEM ICE CUBES IN THEIR DRINKING WATER, BRUSHED THEM TO GET RID OF EXCESS FUR.
HUBBY WANTS TO ASK MY GRAMMA FOR MORE MONEY TO LOAN US. WE'RE STILL PAYING HER BACK FOR THE LAST ONE. I HATE TO BORROW ANY MONEY. I GUESS THE GOOD THING ABOUT THE BORROWING OF MONEY FROM MY GRAMMA, IS THAT IT'S ENTIRELY BUSINESS. SHE MAKES MONEY OFF OF US FOR THE INTEREST SHE CHARGES. YEAH, SHE ONLY CHARGES US LIKE REALLY SMALL AMOUNT OF INTEREST, BUT WORTH IT. I KNOW WE COULDN'T GET THAT RATE AT ANY BANK. I JUST DON'T WANT TO BORROW IT FROM "HER." I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. PART OF ME IS TRYING TO BE INDEPENDENT AWAY FROM HER. BUT THE OTHER PART OF ME IS LIKE, JUST DO IT. IT'S JUST BUSINESS, PLUS WE'D SAVE SOME EXTRA MONEY AND OUR CREDIT SCORES. SHE KNOWS WE'RE GOOD FOR THE MONEY. WE'VE BEEN PAYING HER AROUND $500 A MONTH. HER EXTRA INCOME IS THE INTEREST SHE CHARGES ON HER LOANS. SHE ALSO HAS A COUPLE OF RENTAL HOMES.
THE HOME PROJECTS I WANTED TO DO THIS SUMMER WERE: PAINT THE NEW SHED, PAINT OUR BEDROOM, BUY A NEW STORM/SCREEN DOOR, STEAM CLEAN CARPETS, RE-STAIN THE FENCE, AND FIX WHATEVER IS WRONG WITH THE SPRINKLER SYSTEM. GRRRRR. I TOLD HUBBBY IN A FURY THAT OUR SUMMER IS FUCKED, WE'LL JUST HAVE TO LIVE WITH WHAT WE'VE GOT. I THINK WE'D KILL EACH OTHER FOR BEING SO MOODY AND GROUCHY FROM THE HEAT. WE'LL HAVE 4 LONG MONTHS OF STRONG HEAT. I THINK THE LOGISTIC PART OF ME IS JUST TO SET ASIDE SOME OF MY PRIDE AND JUST ASK FOR HELP. ASKING FOR ANYTHING IS NOT MY FORTE. I MAY HAVE TO CANCEL MY TRIP TO VEGAS WITH MY SISTER IN SEPTEMBER IF THAT MONEY CAN HELP OUR SITUATION. I REALLY DON'T WANT TO. PLUS, IF I DO, THEN IT'S STILL JUST LIKE PAYING SOME STRANGER, EXCEPT IT WOULD BE ON THEIR TERMS. I GUESS TO PAY FAMILY IS BETTER THAN STRANGERS. I DON'T WANT A 2ND MORTGAGE ON THE HOUSE. I FEAR IF WE DID THAT, WHAT IF SOMETHING ELSE DRASTIC HAPPENS, THEN WHAT? I THINK WE BOTH WORK HARD. WE'VE COME A LONG WAY. WE HAVE A LOVELY HOME. SHIT HAPPENS. WE JUST WEREN'T EXPECTING ANYTHING TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS SO SUDDENLY.
I AM HOPING THAT MY GOOD DEED KARMA WILL COME BACK TO REWARD ME SOON! THE OTHER DAY, I WAS AT FRED MEYER GROCERY STORE, AND I HAD TO DO AN EXCHANGE, SO I HAD A LARGE BOX IN THE TRUNK OF MY CAR. I WENT TO THE CART CORRAL IN THE PARKING LOT TO PULL ONE OUT AND THE SECOND CART IN FRONT OF THE ONE I WAS PULLING OUT HAD A MAN'S WALLET IN THE CHILD SEAT. I TOOK THE WALLET, PUT IT IN MY PURSE AND PROCEEDED TO LOAD THE BOX FROM MY TRUNK TO THE CART I GOT. I WENT INTO THE STORE AT THE CUSTOMER BOOTH, DID MY EXCHANGE/RETURN. I TOLD THE GAL THAT I FOUND THIS MAN'S WALLET. I ASKED IF THEY WOULD DO ANY ATTEMPT TO FIND THE OWNER. SHE SAID THEY'D JUST LOCK IT UP. I HAD LOOKED THRU THE WALLET LOOKING FOR ONE OF THOSE CARDS THAT USUALLY COME WITH THAT CARD THAT SAYS "IF FOUND, PLEASE CONTACT..." BUT NOTHING. AMONG HIS BELONGINGS, IT LOOKED LIKE EVERYTHING WAS INTACT, HIS BANK CARDS, MEMBERSHIP CARDS, COFFEE PUNCH CARDS, HE HAD HIS SOCIAL SECURITY CARD, AND HIS MILITARY ACTIVE DUTY ARMY ID ETC. SO I TOLD THE CLERK TO TAKE HIS NAME DOWN AND I WOULD TAKE IT TO THE POLICE DEPT. I LEFT MY NAME AND # TO CALL ME IF HE HAPPENED TO COME INTO THE STORE TO BACKTRACK HIS STEPS BEFORE I GOT TO THE POLICE DEPT.
I THEN DROVE OVER TO THE FRED MEYER GAS STATION IN THE FAR PARKING LOT AND FOUND THE PHONE BOOK AT THE BOOTH. I LOOKED UP THE LAST NAME AND IT MATCHED THE ADDRESS IN THE BOOK TO HIS LICENSE. SO I CALLED THE #. A MAN ANSWERED AND I ASKED FOR THE GUY'S NAME ON THE ID. HE SAID IT WAS HIS SON. I ASKED IF HE HAD A WAY TO CONTACT HIM REGARDING HIS WALLET. HE GAVE ME HIS SON'S CELL #. I CALLED IT AND LEFT A VOICEMAIL. SINCE HE DIDN'T ANSWER, I JUST DECIDED TO TAKE IT TO THE P.D. SO I TOLD THE KID I'D LEAVE IT WITH THE OFFICERS THERE. I WENT AND TURNED IT IN. I GAVE THE OFFICER THE KID'S CELL PHONE#. I CALLED THE KID'S DAD AGAIN AND TOLD HIM I DIDN'T GET A HOLD OF HIS SON, AND IF HE TALKED TO HIM, TO LET HIM KNOW IT WAS AT THE POLICE STATION. HE THANKED ME REPEATEDLY. I CALLED THE KID AGAIN TO CONFIRM THAT I HAD LEFT IT AT THE P.D. HE CALLED ME 10 MIN LATER TO THANK ME SOOOO MUCH, AND THAT HE WAS ON HIS WAY THERE TO CLAIM IT.
IT FELT GOOD THAT I DID A GOOD DEED. I WISH SOMEONE HAD DONE THAT FOR ME WHEN MY CAR WAS BROKEN INTO YEARS AGO. SO, I HOPE MY KARMA WILL RETURN, AND HOPEFULLY SOON!
WELL, I WILL PROB GO TO BED NOW.