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Saturday, January 18, 2003
I am so tired of being angry. Yesterday morning I decided that I couldn't allow my day to be completed ruined so I called a day spa in town that I like to have a manicure. I got lucky that on such short notice I was able to get in. That place is so peaceful. So even though I was only there for about 45 minutes I left feeling much more refreshed.
It was exactly what I needed.
Even so when I left I realized that the plumbing work that was promised to get done starting yesterday, didn't get done- and they didn't show up today either, even though the plumbers themselves told me that they would be finished by Saturday. I guess I should have specifically asked which Saturday they were referring to- whether it was a Saturday in January that they were shooting for, or what. But then I remembered that I have the plumbers' cell phone number so I decided to call him a few minutes ago. Our plumber just came down with the flu. So God only knows what this means for when we'll be able to get this done and move in. But I guess that in this case, it really can't be helped.
Friday, January 17, 2003
Okay, so this morning I got up, already upset- and I had an appointment for the car damage estimator person to come out and look at the damage to my car from the moron who lives across the street who decided to ram his Cadillac Escalade into the back of my poor car. So I drive a 1984 Oldsmobile. This car has been resuscitated countless times and every time, I've been glad, because this car has been ''in the family'' for so long that I can't bear to get rid of it. I've had several opportunities to buy a new car, even when I was still working full time at the school- so had I really wanted one, I would have gotten one by now. I'm just so anti- car payments. Much like rent, I feel that it's just money that just flies away never to be seen again. And of course the value of your car just sinks and sinks, even more so with me, as I'm more out than at home. Anyway, this poor bastard came over to do the estimate on my car and I had already had 2 estimates done on the car after Christmas. I asked him what number he was thinking of. (The insurance company will send me a check.) So he was like, well, I don't know, I'll have to put it in the computer (he did too know, I could tell) and I'll send you an estimate. Then he said something to the effect that the estimates that I had done previously could even be higher than the value of the car. Well at this point, I was on the attack. I told the poor guy off. He might be right. The estimates I had done previously could very well be higher than the value of my car. But at that point, I didn't care, mostly because I know damn well that they're going to send me a check for like $100 maybe and then I won't be able to get the damn thing repaired. I just know it. So basically I verbally attacked because I knew damn well that this is one of the insurance company's henchmen- the people they send out to help insurance companies rip you off. (Can you tell I have a bit of animosity towards insurance companies?) Threatening someone is always a great way to start the day isn't it?
I'm not sure if any good at all can come from this situation in general, but in reference to my previous posts, if those construction people decide to mess with me today, they'd better watch out.
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
The issue I pose today is the following. As children, we are taught to treat others as we would like to be treated. This is the issue that's been making me crazy the last few weeks. I have been trying so hard to be pleasant amongst the total frustration that I feel towards the construction company for our house. They promised earlier this week that all physical labor would be complete at our house today. Was it? Absolutely not. My parents seem to think that the only way to get results is to scream and yell profanities at the guilty party. I have composed a fax expressing my complete frustration to the head of the company and tomorrow, Martin will be calling in to try to get people to fix the latest screwups. It seems that every time we try to deal with them nicely, we get the runaround over and over. I am struggling to understand how it is that you can be a good person and get things accomplished, bypassing the yelling and screaming of profanities at people who are supposed to be doing their job. I just don't understand how this all works.
I read Oprah Magazine and today I was reading an article about how sometimes people care too much about what others think of them. I think that in this instance, I'm caring too much about what the people will think of me when I express my displeasure with them. This week, I've actually had this thought process go through my head. Well, if I'm mean and vulgar with them, maybe they'll think badly of me and so I don't choose that course of action. Meanwhile, I try to be respectful and choose my words carefully as to not insult and such and here we are, still waiting for our house. I usually call to ask questions, follow up and such. But when the MAN called, who in our society, one would think would get results more often than the ''whiny woman'' - even then he was pleasant to them -we're still in the same boat. Has anyone figured out what to do in these situations?
The funny thing is, is that I have absolutely no qualms in fighting with Martin. I have absolutely no problems in fighting with my parents. My father will tell you that I can be a bulldog in many tense situations. Why am I being so nice to complete strangers?
Well, to end on a positive note, I had an excellent voice lesson today, the first of the semester. I left my teacher's studio floating on a lovely, euphoric cloud. I felt so happy. I sang well and I felt very comfortable with her style and her approach to working with me. I told her what my goals are and she agreed that there is no reason why I can't accomplish them. She even mentioned the Apprenticeship program that the Sarasota Opera House has and that I should think about that as well. Even so, I'm not sure if I'll audition for the Graduate Program there this spring. My life has been in such a state of upheaval and between the move and the settling into the house, I wonder if I can be ready for a spring audition. I guess that I'll make a decision on that in the coming weeks.
Well I guess that's all for today. I wish everyone a happy and calm tomorrow.
Monday, January 13, 2003
Any homeowners who read this might be interested in this, especially if you like trees.
If you go to www.arborday.org and join the National Arbor Day Foundation for $10, they will send you 10 trees. I love trees so I totally joined. I just couldn't pass it up!
Check their website out for all of the details if you're interested.
