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Impersonal Day

After I post my story about nuisance on Thursday, I have a bigger nuisance show up. I get ready for work, tell my cat to have a lovely day, get in the car, open the garage door, back out and press the button to close the door.

It doesn’t close.

I try again.

It won’t close and is wonky at the base.

Dang it. I pull back into the driveway and investigate. Two of the wheels are out of the track and it’s obviously broken. There is a button lock between the garage and the house, but the garage also has stuff in it from the owners, including tools. I get a chair, stand on it and am clear very quickly that I can’t fix it.

Next I call work and apologize, but I can’t secure the house and can’t leave. They cancel my day. I have to dig around for the rental number but I find it. I call once, text, wait a bit and call again. He calls back and sends a person over.

The person take about half an hour to get there and he can’t fix it. They call a garage door company.

So now I am cooling my heels and stuck here. My kids all have wishlists for Christmas so I get everything ordered and sent off to my son’s. They will be rather inundated with packages since one Amazon order generated 7 packages all on different days. Goodness. I do some cooking, read a novel, and wait.

At 3 pm I let the rental person know that I am still waiting.

At 4:15 two garage door people show up. The wire at the opposite side from where the wheels are off is all tangled and off the rails. They have some specialized tools and it is fixed by 4:45. Part of the time is just them waiting for payment permission to go ahead with the fix. The garage door now opens and closes! I thank them and they head out. Turns out that their boss lives on my street.

A friend says, “You called in a personal day.”

“No,” I reply, “I called in a stuff goes wrong day. A very impersonal day.” My work did not give me any grief at all about it. We were already shorthanded but what could any of us do? Apologies to any patients who got canceled! We all do the best we can, right? Things break down sometimes.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompts: shopping and nuisance.

I deleted some past posts to make room but apparently not enough, sigh. Another bit of a nuisance. I can post a phone photograph but not one from my bigger camera.

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Unclean

Housework is a slightly sensitive word for me today.

Sol Duc and I moved two days ago, from the Hilton Home2 Go (NOT recommended if you are long term and want to cook) to a furnished house.

Wonderful, right? Except the stove was all splattered with grease inside, the microwave grease and a dirty paper towel and the refrigerator was all fingerprints. Ick.

I called the rental person and he showed up with cleaning gear and did a cursory clean. I did the fridge. Then I started thinking. The only cleaning equipment I brought was new sponges, so I started washing out drawers and they are ALL dusty. This place was NOT cleaned. And the photograph is the grill in back: filthy AND there is no cleaning equipment. The two tables are built for someone taller than me, so I looked at a plastic table in the garage to use for a desk. There is a card table of cork in the garage. And behind the card table is mouse poop and a dead mouse. I return the card table and get out of there.

Now I am grossed out and annoyed. I contact my temp company and the rental person. “Has poison been used in the garage?” I ask, for Sol Duc’s sake. “And what about the yard?”

“No, no, no spraying. There has never been any evidence of pests there.”

“Well, there is evidence now.”

Right after our conversation, the Round Up truck arrives to spray weeds. Um, no. So I contact my temp company. The rental guy sets up a service to come clean. “Garage too, and I want everything pulled out from the walls.” Ok, there are cardboard boxes and stuff that belongs to the owners in the garage. Mouse heaven, honestly. And my impression is that this rental person is NOT going to tell the owners about the mice. I don’t trust him a bit now, so I only want them to clean when I am present, which means Wednesday at 6 pm. And there is no way they’ll finish the garage that night unless they are cursory. I want the floors and bathrooms cleaned. I have already done shelves and drawers. The stove racks aren’t clean.

I am NOT cleaning that grill. I am also NOT buying grill cleaning equipment. It is hella annoying.

I’ve always left places AT LEAST as clean as I found them. I think this rental person is not truthful. He said it’s the owner who has the weed spraying service, but then he should have said, “I don’t think so.” So there could well be rodent poison in the garage, he has no idea and won’t check.

Ick. Some people are really icky.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: housework.

Yeah, I am thinking of the scene in the second half of the song. Yep.