Sunday Stuph…

Not much going on in the online world today. Checked my forums, finished up some work, and then spent most of the day doing some serious cleaning and organizing of my craft area I got a lot done, including having a marathon session of assembling my Stampin’ Up stamps. I’ve been buying a lot, but haven’t been assembling them so that I can use them.

Stampin’ Up sells their wood mounted rubber stamps in sets, also, you have to assemble them…trim the rubber around the images and stick them to the included wood blocks (the rubber has peel-off adhesive). The final step is to put the clear sticker on the other side of the wood, so you can see what image the stamp is.

A bit of work, yes, but it does a lot to keep the costs down. I don’t mind this, since it means I get more stamps for less money, and more is good!
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I was VERY pissed off this morning to be woken up to the sound of loud power tools upstairs, before 9AM. On a Sunday. The power tools and banging and hammering and shit went on for most of the day.

But here’s what pissed me off even more: the yahoo asshole guy who was upstairs doing the work and making all of the noise…when he went to leave, his car wouldn’t start. So he got the landlady to move her car to where his was to try to give him a jump. I guess he had his own jumper cables, because the landlady didn’t have any when we had to ask for a jump last winter, when we had the Escort. It was a VERY cold day, and our battery had died. But we have our own jumper cables, so we used those, and were able to make it to Sears to buy a new battery.

I’d been peeping out the window to see what was going on…I had a bag of trash from my cleaning that I wanted to take out, but I was waiting until everyone was gone, because I didn’t feel like talking to them.  I came thisclose to asking Mike to go out and see if he could lend a hand, just to get the guy away from here.  He was kind of loud and annoying.

But then, he started getting VERY belligerent and obnoxious, yelling at the landlady because the jump didn’t work.  And this is her fault, HOW?  Maybe there’s something else wrong with his car, maybe the alternator died or something.  Anyhoo, after he was done yelling at her, he stood on our porch with his cell phone, yelling at someone on the other end of the line.  It seemed like he was there forever, yelling at anyone who crossed his path.  Damned if WE were going to go out there and face his wrath.  Why should we try to help someone, if he was just going to toss verbal abuse on us if it didn’t work?

I managed to peep out the window and get a look at the guy.  I swear, he looked and sounded like a stereotypical yahoo redneck, the sort of guy who’d probably beat the shit out of his wife if she brought home the wrong kind of beer (he’d be making her go out and get it because he couldn’t be arsed to go out and get his own beer).

Now, do you see why we don’t allow the landladies’ *workmen* into our apartment?  Most of them are a lot like this guy, only this one was far worse.  I do not want an asshole like that in my house, even if I’m here to keep an eye on him.  This is why we do our own repairs, even if we have to pay for them ourselves.  This is also one of the many reasons why we really want to move.

Finally, the asshole got his car started somehow, and he left.  But I hope he breaks down again, preferably on a scary highway like I-93.  It would serve him right, for being such an asshole.

And I hope he is done with whatever he was doing here, as I don’t want to see his skeevy ass here again.

So that was my day…how was yours?