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I still don’t have the scooter. (If you don’t know about the scooter, read here.) I learned this weekend that in our current economy, you have to go into debt to get credit, but you can’t get any credit if you haven’t already gone into debt.
What is a girl to do? It’s very frustrating. I have decided to just pay for the scooter in cash, I didn’t want to do this, but I really want it and have for a very long time. I want it to be my primary vehicle. I hate driving my car, any car really. Once again, here is the absolute cuteness, just mine is going to be seafoam. ‘sigh’ I can’t wait until it’s mine. Anyways, I should have it this weekend or later next week and I am going to share sooooo many pictures with you guys that you’re never going to want to see a scooter again going to have to run out and get one yourself.
Guess what?! (if you don’t know about the A/C, read here, here and here. Then comeback) My air conditioner is fixed, yay! It’s no longer sweltering in my house, not to mention the humidity in Georgia is insane. Insane. The A/C people and Malibu Ken have a lot in common. They came in the night, while no one was home, and replaced the unit. No one called to tell me that there were strange men stomping around my yard at 10pm. I’m glad I didn’t come home in the middle of it and have a freak out.
So, yay. Scooter situation is almost solved and it’s no longer hot. Life is good!
If you don’t know anything about my air-conditioner, you may want to read here and here. And then please come back.
The HVAC guy finally came by yesterday!! This is after calling them Tuesday and Wednesday and having them promise to come by and call me if they weren’t going to make it. Needless to say, they didn’t come by and didn’t call. Not to mention, it’s been hot as hell here. Like, 90. BS. So, yesterday, I was told they would be by between 6:30 and 7 pm. He showed promptly at 7:20. I almost did a happy dance.
Guess what? I need a new unit. And they won’t be able to install it until early next week. Which is fine. Kind of. Because, hopefully I will be riding around Atlanta on my totally awesome scooter tomorrow. Roomie and I have been enjoying cold showers, which as not as bad as one would assume. Especially when it’s hot as hell in your house.
And, I took full advantage of waiting for the A/C dude last night by digital scrapbooking for the first time. Which took about 2 hours. To make one page. Because my computer sucks and I’m pretty photoshop illiterate.
OMG. There is a terrible bird in the parking lot at work. It sits on the electric wire between 2 trees. It squawks. And when I get out of my car, it swoops, grabs my hair and flaps it’s wings all over me. It’s freaky, ya’ll.
The stupid thing is attacking about half of the employees here. It doesn’t care about the other half. I am confused. We think it’s nest is in the bushes, but we don’t know why it only comes after some people. Like, it got me twice yesterday, but not today. When I drove up, I made sure I knew where it was before I got out of my car…then nothing. But it attacked my friend who came in after me.
It’s funny listening to people tell about the bird when they are coming in the front door. They’re like, “Holy shit, you guys, this bird just flew out of the trees and attacked me!” And we’re, “Yeah, join the club.” I wish I had a picture, but I have been too busy running away to take one.
I’m pretty sure I’ve raved on and on about Chico in the past (I would look up the the posts and link to them, but I’m feeling a little lazy right now).
Having been a cat person my whole life, I am constantly amazed at how awesome and wonderful having a dog is. It’s rewarding like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My cats love me and I love them, but it’s totally different. Chico is always there, willing to play, wanting my attention, loving me unconditionally. Wow.
I took some pictures of Chico being super sweet at work and I want to share. :)
Chico’s new favorite thing is to fake pee. He gets treats at work every time he goes to the bathroom outside. Well, he thinks he has outsmarted me by begging to go outside every 5 minutes. He doesn’t even try to fake me out anymore. He just runs around a bush and then comes in, thinking he’s going to get a treat. Ridiculous.
See him there, lounging in the field?
Chico is a boob man.
I am experiencing a situation right now where I just want to bang my fists against the floor and yell, “It’s not fair!!” Like, it totally sucks having to be responsible and deal with things like an adult.
So, my alma mater, whose name I will not mention, 
decided that I owed them $1,500 for a semester I did not attend…I called and argued with them and insisted I wasn’t going to pay. They turned it over to collections.
I appealed this, meanwhile, the collections agency is calling me and my parents (who I haven’t lived with for 6 years) about 5 times a day. I told them I have an appeal in the works and they basically said, “Well, until the college tells us differently, we’re going to continue harassing you incessantly.” (At least they’re honest) My appeal was denied. The school claimed that I registered for an undergraduate art 101 class. Dude…as a English Graduate Student, it wasn’t possible for me to register for that class. Not possible. And, undergraduate classes aren’t $1,500 a semester. For one class. Ridic.
I got a call last week telling me I owed this wonderful institution $80 and need to come down and pay it as soon as possible. Question mark? “I thought I owed $1500 dollars to the collection agency.”
“Oh, no one told you? Your appeal was accepted. Now you only owe 80.” I’m so confused at this point, you guys. I got a letter telling me it was denied, whatever. And I don’t think I owe them any money, but it’s worth $80 to get them to leave me alone.
I’m buying a Scooter. (This is related, guys, promise) It’s adorable, and 
I’ve wanted one for years but wasn’t able to afford one. Now I can! Here is me on the exact model I am getting, color and everything!
Justin came with me and I picked it out and we started the loan process, BUT the school still has that shit in collections. Even though they say I don’t owe them anymore. Like, a while ago. Bitches.
I really wanted to throw a temper tantrum and call the Student Accounts and scream at them about how they suck because I never owed them any money for a semester I wasn’t even a student. But, I acted like an adult and went down there and talked to the dude and he called the collections agency. And now I only have to wait 30 days. To get my dream scooter. Because they are assholes. And this isn’t the first time they have claimed I owe them money I don’t owe. But it’s ok. I will have the Scooter and it will be awesome.
P.S.– My coworkers are great. They gave me this
I’m having one of those Mondays. And I have a list of things, responsibility things, that I don’t want to do.
Sometimes, being an adult sucks.
But, I have a great life and a good job and a wonderful boyfriend. I’m going to be positive. Yes.
If you are not aware of what is going on with my A/C and my lovely landlord, Malibu Ken, read here. Then, please do, come back and read this.
Because it has been ridiculously hot in Atlanta for May, I want the A/C to work as soon as possible. It’s hard to sleep in this heat, you guys. And I don’t have fans. Fans cost money and they don’t grow on trees, unfortunately. I ventured out into the side yard to find this reset button, armed against spider webs and other unsavory creatures with a broom.
And here is the path to the A/C. It’s a little overgrown and bug infested. There were branches everywhere. I was so glad I brought the broom.
See that. There’s bushes all over the place. It’s crazy back there and I got about a billion mosquito bites while I was out there. I’m really itchy. And hot. Because I don’t have any A/C.
I had to dig around a little bit for the button. I thought it was going to be an actual button. Not some metal rod with an plastic red top. It was covered in debris. The broom found it. Pushing it with my hand alone was impossible, it being a metal rod and all.
I had to use the broom to push the button in and I’m not even sure if it pushed in. I did apply as much force as I was able to. I thought that it was working again when I went in the house, but it wasn’t.
After this adventure, I contacted Malibu Ken once again to let him know I pressed the reset button and it wasn’t working. He completely ignored me. I waited 24 hours and thought he may have come by and fixed it while I was at work. (He does weird stuff like that. He’ll just drop by and not give any warning or tell you that he dropped by if you weren’t home) I texted him again this morning (3 days since the original contact) and instead of responding to me, he called Roomie, someone completely uninvolved in the situation. He gave her a list of things to do before she could call the HVAC guy. He also threatened not to pay the bill if it’s the reset button. Dick.
I called Malibu Ken and left a message saying that he is to contact me and not Roomie. I said he needs to call HVAC and have him come as soon as possible, it is unlivibly hot in the house at this time and that we are not going to do any of the things on his list. He is the landlord and it’s his responsibility to fix the air conditioner because one of us could get hurt or break something. And, we will not be paying any bills regarding the air conditioner, reset button or not.
Well, you guys, he called back and told me “No one tells me what to do. No one. Do you understand that?!!! No one tells me what to do. Read your lease!! No one tells me what to do, do you understand me?!!”
Obviously, I was flabbergasted. “Malibu Ken,” I said. “As the landlord, it’s your job to maintain the house, including the A/C. Because you are the owner of the property, you need to make the appointment. I’m not going to be responsible for the A/C.”
To which he replied, “READ YOUR LEASE!! You can move out if you don’t like it!” And hung up.
So…now I’m confused and not sure what to do. The air conditioner is covered in the lease. I’ve been a great tenant for three years and I don’t understand this animosity towards me. I’m just asking him to do him job. WTF?!!
Remember how there was a giveaway over here, like, a month ago? And, remember how there was a winner? Lisa! Well, she received her package and sent me pictures!
If you recall, I was kind of giving away random things I had around (that were new!). Lisa received several fun items, but my personal favorite is a wig. She’s been a wonderful sport and sent me pictures of herself in the wig and also a picture of her wearing one of the headbands from my shop. Without further ado…
Aren’t these pictures so cute? Lisa doesn’t think that she is a good portrait taker, but I love these!
Ya’ll, please buy some shit from my etsy store.
So. My A/C has broken every year I’ve lived in my house. That’s cool. I call my landlord, he comes over (have I mentioned he looks like Malibu Ken?) and he fixes it. The heat breaks every year, too. Same deal. I hate dealing with this because Malibu Ken is kind of a dick sometimes. (If you’re reading this, landlord, I love you all the time and I’m totally just kidding) Roomie and Raging Liberal and Justin and I changed out the filter. Still doesn’t work. So, I text Malibu Ken today (last night was unbearably hot) and this is what I get (btw, every time I see him, he thinks I’m someone else. He never recognizes me):
(Are you kidding me? You’re really asking me if I have bothered to turn the apparatus on at all. Geez, Malibu. I’m not a complete idiot)
This is when I sighed, stared at my phone and wondered if I should say something insulting.
I thought simplicity might be best and insults might not be the way to go.
I tried pressing the reset button after wrestling with the wet branches on the way to the A/C. I need some kind of metal rod or strong man arms to push it in. So, Raging Liberal is going to check it out later.
To Be Continued…
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