Re: What irritates you?
This one might be kinda Defcon long, so I apologize in advance, but I need to rant for a bit.
So I was in Denver from Thursday to Monday night. I get a text from our roommate on Sunday telling me we got a code compliance warning from the City of Austin on Friday. I get home Monday night and it's for "Unsanitary Conditions" with a specification of "tall grass in front yard".
Okay. Yes, I've let my front yard go a bit. But how is that unsanitary? I'm not taking dumps in it. But whatever. I know I need to maintain my yard, so I'm not pissed at the city for doing their job. That said, code compliance is largely complaint based, meaning someone complained about my yard. This irritates me. If it was just someone driving by that felt the need to call and complain, fuck you, mind your own business. If it was one of my direct neighbors (of which I have 5, on my little street), I'm somewhat offended.
I've lived here 8 years. Two of my neighbors have lived here longer than that. Two more have been there between 3-5. That last one, about a year. So all of them should have noticed by now that I normally take care of my yard, and only in the past few months have I let it go. Not one of them came over to see if everything was okay. As some of you may have noticed from my other whinings here, I have been struggling with chronic pain in my neck and back. Even pulling the cord to start the mower would be really painful for me, and a full bit of yard work would just be too much. We used to have a guy who would do our yard, back before we got our own mower, but we haven't been able to get him out here. I'm hesitant to invite some lunatic off CL to my house to do it, so it's just kind of in limbo. Not anyone's problem, but mine, I understand, but if roles were reversed, and I gave a fuck about how one of my neighbor's yards had suddenly gone to shit, I would knock on their door and ask if they needed help.
So whatever, I need to do something about my yard. I worked a 12 hour shift today (9-9) but had resigned myself to at least go out front when I got home and do a little work it on by hand, trimming some of the tree sprouts and flower bed growth. I go to open my front door and it won't open. In just the last day or two, the heat had warped the door so the deadbolt wouldn't turn. So I spend the next half hour disassembling the deadbolt piece by piece, messing with the hinges and adjusting the strike plate so that the door will bolt/unbolt again. This was just a kick in the fucking sack that I really didn't need.
Then I got to do the yard work I had planned.
Fucking shit fucking hell. Now I'm into the rum.
Last edited by ExistenceNow; 09-01-2015 at 09:11 PM.
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