3 posts tagged “business”
Because I'm a slacker...
I finally figured out why my stomach is causing me so many issues. It's doing it again. The common thread? Milk. Milk has been making me absolutely sick to my stomach. This new development is horrifying. I like milk. I love ice cream. I adore cheese. But every time I've had a milk product this week... I've been absolutely sick. I hope to gods that this passes. I didn't have any until dinner and within twenty minutes - possibly less - I felt awful. Since then, my insides have been raging and I've been spending waaay too much time in the restroom. Nooo!!! *insert childish whining, crying and pouting here*
To make matters worse, I managed to get a fierce sunburn on my shoulders after perhaps only an hour, cumulatively, in the sun. Lovely. They're almost glowing, they're so red. My nose is a light cherry color but not enough for me to be bothered by it. The bright side to this, aside from the luminous warmth of the burns, is that the trench got dug today. The main body of the supply line was buried and so tomorrow, after we make sure all the fittings are secure, we will be on city water. Yay! No more water issues. I hope.
Oh and I had a dandy start to the day. I awoke with the most horrendous sensation known to woman aside from childbirth. And guys, this will make you twitch. This will fall under the TMI category. I awoke with the worst possible pain from a yeast infection. Damn it all. However, it is now under control. I've had more of these damn things since I've been on the shot then I ever got while on the pill. Fuck this. I'm going back to the pill.
Aside from all this, I've been doing paperwork all day. And it's all stuff for the business. There's a lot and I'm not anywhere near being caught up yet. Oh well. I was so wrapped up that I haven't done a thing with the computer beyond typing this and working with Microsoft Money all day. I'll fool around with email tomorrow. I hope.
Just spoke with Free and that makes me feel a bit better, as always. We both seemed to have an extraordinarily busy day today and it's wonderful to curl up and take refuge in his voice and words after the mess of a day is said and done. It's a comfort like nothing else. I can only hope that things will calm down for both of us. It sounds like he will be having a great night tomorrow and I'm thrilled to hear it. I.. well... who knows what will be happening. I never can tell anymore.
So, I'm going to finish talking with Vance and call it a night. Oh! You know, I've mentioned Vance before and I should probably tell you who he is. Vance is a dear friend of mine in Los Angeles. I met him over on OKC a while ago and so we talk on AIM quite a bit. He's a great friend and one of my favorite people to flirt with. He's been having a shit time on the dating scene so I've been commiserating with him and trying to offer what help I can.
Well, g'night kids!
Anathema
I'm finding myself on edge tonight. Not just any edge but something razor sharp. I've been running in circles all day, only to have what I do cast aside like it was nothing. But this has been going on since last night so I don't know why it's finally gotten me so very wound up tonight.
Yesterday, while trying to install Dreamweaver, I recieved a phone from a neighbor. Not just any neighbor but the one who has been giving us all the problems. He asked for my father and I politely stated that he was not available and asked if he'd like to leave a message. He started telling me how he was going to cut the lines to the well and he started asking me to do this that and the other. I have given my father the reigns in this issue so I stated that I would tell my father that he called and that I wished to remain out of the situation. He started to become belligerent at which time I politely restated myself and hung up.
My stomach had been bothering me all day, I'd spent the day on the phone calling the labor board, trench diggers, farmer's market people and occasionally finding myself otherwise indisposed for lengthy periods of time. By that point in evening, I was in no mood for games. That was just before seven. So... I called my father on both his cells as well as paging him. No answer. He had stated last month that he was going to get an extension on the restraining order as the city sat on our permit for three months before issuing it. I needed to find out if this was true or not.
He finally called an hour and a half after the last page. It was around nine. I asked him if he had gotten the extension but he stated that we had not needed it. This was news to me. The original restraining order protecting the well expired on the twenty third. The water line (the line that goes three feet onto the property from the main waterline and has to be dug by the city) was not yet dug at that time. I was livid. I asked him why he didn't do it anyway, just to be safe. He didn't answer. He just got angry and hung up.
He got home and a fight ensued. I was angry that he'd wrapped himself up so much in his classes that he was forgetting everything else. I was angry that he was trying to put the blame for the situation on everyone else. He was growling about the neighbor being an ass and that he was just trying to cause problems. The man had called to give fair warning. We fucked up. Had I known that my father had not gotten the extension, I would have done everything in my power while in Texas to get the ball rolling. He is well within his rights to cut the waterlines. And I was angry that we'd been placed in such a horrid position via his refusal to pay attention to what was going on.
We had to go to Lowe's a look for some piping that we'll need to get the water situation handled. So we got there with minimal time to spare. He gave the man the wrong information and caused a bit of a problem,
Then came dinner. He didn't eat a thing and my stomach, that I thought to be on the mend, lurched and returned to it's prior state of discomfort. Thank goodness for Free, else I would have had an awful night.
Speaking of which... I'm going to pause and talk to Free.
Well, I felt better. Then my father had to go fuck it up. Damn it. But I'll get to that.
Today. Left a message for the neighbor, explaining the situation. I had previously asked my father to simply not speak to him for fear he'll piss him off and make matters worse. He seems to agree with my request thus far. I got two people lined up to help us dig. One for Friday and a second for Monday if the first doesn't arrive. I've also been calling the labor board about some issues and I got started on a design for the business site.
Then. Not enough change was picked up for tomorrow. Our sign has been loaned out to the small business that sells our honey. As well as some of the other things I need. I also found out that the book in which I kept all the accounting information for the market is missing as well. Damn it. I was able to go to Wal-mart and pick up a new table cloth, some paper bags but nothing I needed for the sign was there. I also snagged some sixty dollars in fives at the register with the cash back option. I politely asked if he could spare fives and he was able to give me the whole sixty in fives. Upon walking out, I was given shit for using my feminine wiles. I hate that. Gggrrrr.
After I got back, we packed up the truck and I settled into the office to get some more work done and download some graphics I need. This is when Free called. Yay! So, spoke to him and felt better. It's wonderful what a phone call can do.
I ended the phone call a little earlier than I wanted to when my father appeared and started grumping. Damn. So, I spoke to him and expressed my frustrations. I told him how his ease to anger about everything recently has been bothering me and how it's not helping this situation. I kept a very level voice. Even when he blew me off and said he was listening to me. My response? "No. You're hearing me but not listening." I shook my head and walked out.
So now I'm talking to Vance about his date the other night. I was talking to Daemon as well but he's gone quiet. It's nice to have conversation to busy my mind. But I should be off to bed. I've got some more 1984 to read. Goodnight kids!
Anathema
