Days like today give Monday's their horrible stereo-type. For starters, Adam was off all day while I went into my favorite place in the whole wide world to work a double. While opening, I slammed my thumb in between two very study, immovable pieces of steel. Whew, talk about pain. I teared up, started sweating and got nauseous...but enough of my melodrama. I would add a picture of said wound but I don't feel that it adequately portrays my pain and I don't want you all thinking (or realizing) I'm a giant weeny. I do have a small; albeit nice, little bruise under the nail that ruined the color of my pale pink polish. After working for a bit, I realized I was sweating quite a bit. (Attractive, I know.) I asked around and learned that half of our building was without air condition. Of course, it happened to be MY half of the building that was without AC, hence the serious sweating....or "glistening". Aren't ladies supposed to "glisten"?? I ended up making decent money for a Monday but my day was only halfway over. The night shift was not nearly as profitable which made the jungle-like atmosphere suck even more. I know I should be looking at the silver lining to all of these things; At least I have a thumb to slam....terrible tips are okay as long as I don't have to clean up infant feces....etc, but it's a little bit difficult. Ah yes, and to cap the night off, the "rats" are back! After Adam and I cleaned, sanitized and barricaded what we assumed to be their entry-way into our house, we saw Piper sniffing around under the fridge. Thank you Jesus - Hallelujah we didn't find an actual "rat" but the evidence of their visits are just as unsettling. Adam is currently at Walmart trying to find the meanest, deadliest traps and poisons. We're gonna kill these suckers! (Take that, PETA!) We're not placing any poison where the dogs can get it, I just hope these rodents don't bring the poison into our house. I really don't want the pups getting into rat poison. Hmmm, maybe I should call Adam and tell him 86 the poison.....brb....
I'm guessing today was karmic redistribution (or something of the like) for our good fortune surviving the "hurricane"...which, in all honesty, wasn't too bad. Yes, the winds were VERY strong and the rain came down VERY hard but I don't think Irene deserved all the hype the media was giving her. I did learn that if we're ever in Norfolk when a CAT 2 or 3 comes along, we're hitting the road. Although the uprooted trees and downed power lines were few, I can only imagine how much worse it could get. Despite all the hullabullo, Adam and I ventured out on Saturday (during one of the calmer hours) to check out the Chesapeake Bay and the ocean front. I have never seen waves so large in my life! I got a few good pictures, none of which do the storm any justice.
Did I mention that our guest bathroom has MOLD growing on the ceiling and that, according to our realtor's mold specialist that came out today, we "might have a roof leak" because the ceiling in the bathroom is "almost completely saturated"? Our realtor, bless her heart, is always looking to cut corners and save herself money. To think that beautiful woman just wanted to PAINT OVER our mold! *headdesk* According to Adam she was less than thrilled to find out the inspector wanted to remove the ceiling entirely, fix the leak, then replace it. Apparently the legality of dealing with mold in homes, especially when construction or demo is involved, can be pretty serious. She offered to let Adam and I move out without penalty if we wanted but we're not in a position, financially, to be doing that. Also, if we moved, I imagine our sweet land-lady would fall back to her original plan involving a bucket of Behr's.
Oh, Monday! When it rains, it certainly does pour.
Adam is back with his (these are his words, not mine) "implements of death" so I'm going to help RE-clean and RE-sanitize the kitchen. Thank goodness today is almost over! I haven't been this excited for a Tuesday in a long time. Happy Monday night, everyone!
PS. I swear I saw American-early years-Harry Potter at work tonight. I don't have evidence 'cause I figured it would be rude to take pictures. Sometimes I wish my eyes could do that for me.
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