Warnings?

Funny that my last rant was about dealing with asshattery. Last night I had a dream that I had been sent to jail for … well… being an asshat. In my dream I was being escorted from my cell to the prison library. The guard who was escorting me told me that if I had just apologised to people then I would not be in jail. The trouble was I had no idea who I had offended or what I had done.

Its rare, but on occasion I do have warning dreams.

So if you feel I have been an asshat to you then please tell me so, so that I might apologise properly.

Shitty Day

I checked my bank account this morning to discover I was over drawn by over $250.00. This is due to some paper work fuckup between HRDC and the Job creation program that I was hired under. I’m sure it will all work out in the end but in the mean time I am in the hole and haven’t coughed up my half of mortgage for this month.

In my efforts to fix said paper work fuckup I was treated to a sarcastic fucker of a HRDC asshole who told me “Its not my problem” In as polite a manner as I could I said,
“I don’t care for your sarcastic tone of voice. I was given your name and number by the gentleman at the information line, HE told me it WAS your problem, and if it is not then kindly direct me to whose problem it is.”

Suddenly HARDC fucker’s tone of voice changed and I was politely directed elsewhere. I think this fiasco is on its way to being solved, but there will be more hoop jumping tomorrow.

FUCK.

As if that was not enough two of the three other phone calls I made today were greeted by short clipped responses. What the fuck happened to being polite? I know I’m not the only one having a bad day, but hey, when I got off the phone with fucker one and fucker two I took a deep breath planted a smile on my face and proceeded to be polite to fucker three.

Dear World: I am not your personal punching bag.

If your having a bad day don’t call me until you’ve been here first.

Be careful what you ask for.

For years now I have been asking Igal for a new furnace. Igal has argued that a new furnace is a waste of money as our house leaks like a sieve.

Well today I got my wish.
Direct Energy Gas finally came around today to do the furnace inspection and cleaning and they told Igal that our 40+ year old monster has to go.

While I do wish that the monster had decided to die oh.. say three weeks ago while the weather was plus six, I have to admit that I did a little happy dance upon hearing of the demise of the old Beast.

The new furnace is sitting down stairs next to the old one. Tomorrow the nice furnace man (One of Igals contractors and not the fuckers from Direct Energy) will come and install the nice new furnace, and take the old one in to a field and shoot it.

The house is being remarkably well heated by one space heater on the first floor one heater on the second floor and two heaters in the basement.

The cats are purring in front of the space heater in the living room

Life is good