Dear Dish, Are you still taking questions? I hope so, 'cause I fired my psychotherapist. Anyway, I'm prone to photocopying rage. Can you help me?
Photocopying + A photocopier that jams + Moving to a different photocopier that also proceeds to jam + Not enough time to do the actual photocopying + Requests that it has to be one sided/double sided etc. + Poor originals that cut off part of the document to begin with + The high probability that no one will actually ever look at it after it's been labouriously photocopied + Dead trees and holier than thou co-workers that remind me I'm going to hell for photocopying to begin with + Anger management problems = Strong Possibility of Photocopying Rage
Help!
Signed, A Frustrated Individual
Dear Frustrated:
The solution to your problem is a simple one. Get a better job where there are lots of people who are less important than you and let them deal with all the photocopying-related stress and trauma.
Saturday evening brought me to Ferda’s birthday party. Ryan was gracious enough to pick me up and I figured he knew where he was going. What he failed to mention in his tale of Saturday’s night’s adventures was that the only time he expressed doubt about where he was going was when we were on Prince of Wales. Once we actually got to Ferda and James’ neighbourhood there wasn’t a peep about the potential lost factor.
He parks the car. We all get out of the car and Mike and I start following him down the street. It’s pretty cold out. After we walk a little ways from the car, I look at the house numbers. 38, 36, 34...getting smaller... I am also wondering why we are parking so darn far from the house since the street is empty of cars (also a bit suspicious). Trish: Ryan, don’t James and Ferda live at 96? Ryan: I don’t know. I’m just looking for their car. Trish: You mean you don’t know their address? Ryan: I’m a visual guy. I've been here before. I'll know it when I see it. Trish: Are we even on the right street?
We get to the end of the block. No. Not even. And we were not just one block away either. (Ahem.)
Ryan: I was thinking their neighbourhood sure had changed since the last time I was here.
Ha ha. This was awesome. I had a really good laugh at the "human compass." Never a dull moment when Palmer is around.
Not to be forgotten are other funny moments including "DND, Dynamite", Ferda’s random ass grabbing and Ryan’s "wah wah wah wah wah" scene and other prime video moments.
Good times had by all. Thanks Ferda and James! Happy Birthday again Ferda!
So, Friday night, after nearly blowing away and getting drenched to the skin, I finally stumble in the door in a panic because I have to meet people for dinner in less than an hour and I look like a drowned rat.
Well, turns out that that was the least of my concerns. I open the door to my apartment to find big puddles on the floor of the entry way and the bedroom hallway. Lovely. There is not one drip but a series of cracks that are all drip drip dripping. Further investigation finds that the entire hallway ceiling is wet to the touch. This does not bode well.
I call to cancel on dinner. I call the super. He comes and looks at the ceiling and basically says there is nothing to be done until it stops raining and to call him if it gets worse. So, instead of having a delicious dinner at the Black Tomato and then hooking up with the Young Public Servants Christmas party, I spend Friday nite monitoring my leaky ceiling and fearing that the whole thing is going to come tumbling down on my head. I also watch a French movie called L'Enfer, which wasn't bad, but not as interesting as I expected from the descriptions/previews.
This makes me angry because I have been telling the super for months that the plaster on a part of the ceiling that was patched previously has been bubbling and feeling damp for months now. Is any action taken? No.
So, now I have assurances that the whole leaky ceiling business will be taken care of when the rain stops. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but seems like the weather was fine on Saturday. No rain. I call the super on Sunday night to see if there is any sort of update on the situation. No. Nothing has been done. It will get looked at first thing Monday morning.
Now, normally when work is done on the apartment, the owner, the one who does the work, leaves a note at least saying he has come by and what he has done or whether he will be back, etc. I get home from work today. No note.
I call the super again (and while I am at it, point out for the 20 billionth time in the last few months that my apartment is freezing cold. I am talking sleeping in fleece sheets with every blanket I own and still waking up in the night cold, cold). This time, I am informed that the only people complaining about the cold are those on my end of the hallway and that (wait for this big surprise) nothing can be done about the ceiling right now and to let him know if it happens again. What the h-e-double hockey sticks is this all about? My ceiling could cave in. There is probably a nasty amount of mold and fungus growing in my ceiling and the problem is just going to be ignored. The only consolation here is that maybe the temperature in the apartment is so low that it is inhibiting the mold growth.
Bah. This means I am going to have to suck it up and start looking for a new place to live. Ca suce le pamplemousse. I have no desire whatsoever to start roaming the city in the cold looking for a new place. What is wrong with these people? If I owned a building and I thought there was potential for part of the ceiling to cave in, I sure as heck would not be just sitting there waiting for it to happen! I also fear leaving the place over Christmas while I go home on holidays in case the weather is bad when I am gone and there is no one to "monitor" the leak. Double bah.
