I prefer syringes also but I have like...a thing about things being weighed. ESPECIALLY me. It has to be done every now and then and I suppose (humph if it's even true) getting a pound of salami or whatever is better than getting a "chunk." Although really I prefer "chunks" of things it's why I am a decent cook except for baking. I like syringes and cylinders and whatnot and that is due to my scientific background however, and ratios are hard to do (maybe not but I'm not gonna try) with weight. That's the thing in a base 10 system, ratios remain completely consistent so it can be easy although it is true, there is only so much tininess you can get and be accurate.
I don't know this fixation on weighting stuff all the time it's all just gravity anyway, I could lose however much my body weight by moving to the moon.
Although perhaps I am a little cranky on the topic. I just took my first meds and I am SO TIRED. I have the curse of the cleanerz dude as a former EXTREME CLEANER extraordinare (did it, did it well, and did it fast, and had my kid along) I want to take these contractors out and SHOOT them. I get if my husband like, was in a rush and wanted to get done but as I razor blade paint and glue off stuff I keep saying like, 'WHY did they RUIN interior door by PAINTING it when it was metal and spraying the hell out of the glass for good measure when the OUTSIDE door was FILTHY although they dripped plaster on it, in blobs here and there and ALSO got some on the glass for good measure? WTH.
And that is AFTER cleaning up what looked like a bushel of elephant poop out of the 'contractor's bathroom" and like, sorry I TOLD the husband they would enter my abode again OVER MY DEAD body. Of course lying contractor who lies has not gotten back to us. I am going to craft a "fair" review if my husband lets me post it. It will go, "At first, you think, gosh this is NOT terrible for what I paid," but as time passes you will see crap, dirt or paint drips everywhere you look and you just start to give up hope for humanity and you say, "I get they are contractors, not cleaners but WHO takes a dump on the floor NEXT to the toilet, that's just not paying attention or deliberate misuse." The husband tried to convince me what was on the floor was a spilled cup of coffee of his and I said, "Did your coffee have chunks COME one stop blowing smoke at me." He got this pained look on his face and said, "I was trying to hope." I was like, "I don't see what YOU have to hope about you are not the cleaner who spent TWO days in that bathroom, remediating." Anyway at the walkthrough I would have been like "Oh, you owe me two broken mirrors, check. That will cost X. And, you did not put on a single electrical outlet or switch correctly because you used the "we don't know how to put up drywall straight or we can't be bothered so we used the "Textured plaster" effect, not that it is horrible, but like, well, I will deduct those from you final tally until YOU fix them or I fix them."
I realize this is impossible what with
insurance and all and trust me this was a GOOD contractor.... for Tucson. For Tucson .this guy gets 7 stars at least. BUT 7 stars in Tucson is equal to 4 stars somewhere else, anywhere else where the truck just shows up and the guys smoke dope in it, and never get out but at least they don't RUIN everything. GAH.
Things I am currently excited about for my new job (I am sure these will improve over time.)
I will not have to wear a weight lifting belt to move. I may CHOOSE to, but it will not be required attire.
I will have furniture, anything besides an air mattress. I doubt I will have an air mattress those are too easily discovered, but my choices will not be either a floor or air mattress or standing up. I am going to guess there will be ONE some sort of chair option. I plan to exercise that option.
I won't be all itchy on one side of my face, probably from some exotic cleanser I used to like, get the paint out of the screens without tearing them. Even the dog hates me because I was cleaning the washer/dryer in his area and my husband made me turn off the fan. I TRIED to explain but no, it is ME the dog hates.
One day, in the not too distant future I will not have to move until I MUST and I swear to God, I am making my little brother come and help my husband I am NOT wearing a WEIGHT LIFTING belt and two wrist braces.
I will be in a regular routine which contains NO MORE THAN usual of the average level of crises, and they won't include stuff like finding a HALF dead bird and being like, "Do I kill it do I kill it and then the dog shows up and eats it right in front of you. NONE OF THAT. I will have a crisis like, "Oh noes, I cannot find a shelter for this vet I may have to call a city 20 miles over and arrange transportation but NOBODY dies." That is going to freaking be AWESOME. OMG. I cannot wait for that fine day.
I will be able to use a bathroom, confident in the knowledge that no matter what atrocities are committed upon it, I don't have to clean it. OMG.
So yeah, like that's all gonna be fabulous I just HURT and HURT and HURT at the moment I don't even remember ever hurting like this not in this kind of abnormal way I am hurting now, even when like, I had to move or clean or even CHOSE to bike 100 miles! You know how natives used to feel photographs used to steal your soul? That is how I feel about moving, every time you do it you die a little and while I get if you WANT to do it, that's on you and to be fair I WANT to leave Tucson, honestly, well I never wanted to move here in the first place.
The house will be fine. I will do the best I can. I keep talking about the need to burn weeds and the husband keeps saying "Well DO IT," all superiorly. He knows I watched videos on youtube and asked a bunch of questions (which he never answered.) He knows I will need assistance even FIGURING OUT the correct tool in the shed, let alone igniting weeds in the fashion I desire.
So, since he is being a jerk on that I will be passive aggressive and leave and return to Douglas and he is on his own with the weeds. I'm not moving from the sofa for like 2 days. I cannot being to say how much I miss it. If I had known, I would have brought it with me. Strapoed to the roof of my car.
Oww.
I'm gonna lie down in a few and dream of waking up as Mr. Clean. Mr. A would adjust (I presume) and he looks like he never HURTS all over, his demeanor is CHEERUFL.
LOL mine is too, sorta.
Vape time then sleep time.
Anna
Hope you
I know you are relieved! And glad to be done with hell job.
