Idle generator.

I don't have much to report right now - just because my MO is to live life like you're telling a story doesn't mean that I am constantly generating them. So basically here's what's been up.

- I've been in Hillsboro all week, which is fine, because it's not a bad drive and I have a key and can get in no matter what time I leave the house. So on Monday and Wednesday we had to leave the parking lot (here at home) by 7am and not go back in it until 8pm due to some maintenance situation (paving etc). Which is fine, leaving by 7am is nothing. It's the coming back at 8pm that was kind of irritating. Monday night I spent at the hospital with that Marshy and the new bb, so it was no real issue, but last night I stopped a couple of places and then really didn't have much of a choice but to go home well before 8pm. I had to park on the street outside of the complex, and though I got a good spot, I didn't like having to do it. My car is like the number 1 car to steal and I don't want to tempt anyone out there. Plus my karma works in such a way that if I THINK something bad is going to happen, it sort of does, so I didn't want to take any chances. At 8pm the lot was still roped off. I finally moved the car at 10pm, when I heard some other neighbors rebelling and ripping the tape off the entrance and just basically saying fuck it, I'm parking in the lot I pay for. So I joined them. Anyway, that's all done now.

- The girl whose desk I cover in Beaverton that I always bitch and moan about actually quit the other day, right after I finished up covering her desk. I actually told her boss last Thursday that it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be (until Thursday evening and well in to Friday, when it exploded and we had some situations, all that closed, I might add, thanks to a little bit of me and a whole lot of Sandi, the assistant who helped me out). So why did the chick that quit throw me under the bus to Tricia the Lender Rep? She alleged that I didn't do anything all week. Yeah, okay. Because I LIKE doing nothing. I LIKE a nice, long, boring, drawn out day. And she had so many flipping short sales the only thing you CAN do on her desk is work up estimated HUDs. Bitch. I kill myself on that desk Thursday night and Friday and that's the thanks I get? She's no better than the buyer's agent on the file that we pulled out of our asses and got closed when nobody thought it could happen (when I told her it closed she said "wow." And I mean that to be in lower case).

- So I have to have the bug guy back again, he's coming today at 1:30, which means, since I am in Hillsboro, I have to beat cheeks back here mid-day from Hillsboro and let him in, calm the kitties, and have him blast the living hell out of my dishwasher. I don't ask for much. But when my landlord has to pay THAT MUCH MONEY to de-bug a place, I expect death. Not life. Not ants crawling around my kitchen counters and playing in the dishwasher. Irritated? Yes. Because I would rather go tan at lunch or do ANYTHING ELSE besides coming home and doing this all over again.

- By the way, while we're on the subject, every time someone asks me how the ant situation is, and I answer, it's great! No ants at all! I end up going home and finding... ants. So could you do me a favor and don't ask me? Because that's the kind of karma I have. Which is why I moved my car at 10pm last night back in to the lot.

- The weather has cooled considerably. I actually slept with the comforter on last night. Is this good? I'm not sure. I like 80s to mid 90s. So really there might not be any pleasing me.

- So far I have attempted to friend two people on FaceBook at the suggestion of a certain other friend and have been completely blown off, so, please, Certain Other Friend, listen to me when I tell you they aren't going to friend me. I'm fairly fragile. I don't need that kind of rejection in my life. And for some reason I keep doing what you tell me to do.

- In an effort to live within some kind of a budget, I am trying to limit my Starbucks/Dutch Bros mornings to once a week. We'll see how long this lasts. Yesterday I practically dosed off mid-day, and though I am sure it had nothing to do with the lack of coffee, I still blame it on that. I'm a creature of habit and I don't like to be told I can't have something I want, even if it's me doing the telling.

So that's it, I think. Pretty NOT story-generating, huh?