Sparky

As it turns out, there is more money to pour into my condo. When the electrician came to look at the fuse box we want to replace, Monster had him look at the connections in the ceiling where we're putting in new fixtures. Checking the wire, they both saw inappropriate sparks. After going up into the attic crawl space, where is was the discovered that the housings were rusted out and the wires in the ceiling have a lot of the insulation burned off. Our electrician said it's amazing we haven't had a fire yet in the building. Some of this might just be due to the age of the building. The condos were original apartments built in 1960. It might also be due to the roof leaks that I have battled with the condominium association for years to fix. Now I'm having all of the wiring above my unit replaced. I can't do anything about the rest of the building but I can at least try to ensure that if there is a fire, it will not start at my space. All changes and repairs that go beyond the interior walls of each unit are supposed to be the associations' responsibility, so I'm probably over-stepping my limits by having everything above my unit replaced but I know from experience that the condominium owners association will do nothing for the building as a whole. The new owners just don't know, and thus, don't care. The old owners have their units paid for and are only sitting on them in the hope that the building will be snatched up by developers some day to be replaced by a high-rise. They've been waiting for that winning offer on the building for decades.

New refridgerator = $400.00
Hardwood Floor repair and refinishing = 800.00
Bathroom pipe snapped in two = 750.00
Electrical work = 500.00

Monster paid for the painting and cleaning materials and supplies.

stress

At least I did things in the right order today. First stress, then relief and consolation with good company, then food and chilling out at home.

Monster and I started the day going to the condo, where I was supposed to help him set in the frame and sheet rock for the new closet doors to fit in the bedroom. We ended up getting in a huge fight over everything, like we always do when discussing anything and everything related to the condo. He asks my opinion and then either ignores what I say like he doesn't hear me or tells me that I'm wrong. I told him that, while I appreciate him taking time to make repairs, paint walls, and oversee service people coming to the condo; I don't think we should have these discussions or go there together again. He can just surprise me rather than fight about it every time. Then he thought I didn't appreciate him. Then I try to explain that by telling him to take over without me, I am saying that I trust him completely.
I Just Don't Want To Fight Anymore.
There is no way to be around or discuss the condo or anything in it without fighting.

Just when I'm ready to jump off a bridge, I decided to get out and meet friends for brunch. Going to brunch with friends was an excellent choice. I got to see very pleasant, clever people and hear about what they've been doing and planning while having good eats (which included a nice slab of tuna) and look at wedding photos and hear about someone elses' home renovation that was actually working out quite well despite AC failure and fire.

Came back home and watched foodTV and cartoons.

The price just keeps going up.

Still working on the restoration of the condo. So many things are going on monday that Monster is going to take the day off work to be there all day. The floor refinishing starts next week and half of the money is due before they begin work. An electrician is coming by to look at the ancient fuse box that was also screwed up by the tenant and will now be replaced with a new breaker box. The new refridgerator is also supposed to be delivered tomorrow morning and the kitchen floor still needs to be scraped and cleaned before the fridge goes in the spot same spot as the old one they're hauling off. I can't be there and I just have to trust Monster to make sure all of these things are done.

Please send Home Depot gift certificates.

We haven't had much time or money for anything this month or last because we're still in the midst of restoring my condo from the last tenant. I knew bachelors were bad but Josh has far surpassed all of my worst expectations/fears.

The nasty, stained moist carpet and pad have been removed from the bed room and Moonlight will be up to refinish the hardwood floors in the living room and bedroom in a couple of weeks, as soon as Monster is finished repainting everything and replacing all of the cracked outlet covers and broken fixtures, as well as replacing the broken doorson the bedroom closet.

I spent six hundred dollars at Home Depot today alone buying, among other things, a new refridgerator. And we still haven't scheduled an electrician to come by yet to fix the fuse box. I was able to chisel the thick crust of glass and what looks like burned chili and ramen off the stove but I haven't been able to inspect and tackle the oven and cabinetry until after I have light in the kitchen again (fuse box problem) again.

in vino veritas

The wine tasting at Babette's Cafe was good tonight despite it being all white wines of Burgundy because of the excellent food pairing. Afterwards Chaz, Sandy and Moi went to Vino Librosfor more wine and snax.

You Are Creepy

Serial killers would run away from you in a flash.

How Scary Are You?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh. You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum. Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

You Are From Uranus

You shine with brilliant creativity, and you're more than a little eccentric. You love everything unusual and shocking. You're one far-out chick or dude. Anything unconventional excites you - and you have genius potential. Just don't let your rebel side get the best of you, or else you'll alienate everyone. Your original thinking and funky attitude is all you need to be you.

What Planet Are You From?

Halloween planning, eyes burning

Had an impromptu meeting about the Little Five Points Halloween Parade last night at the Euclid Avenue Yacht Club and my eyes and sinuses are still burning from the smoke.

The Perfect B Movie

Monster and I enjoyed the living room debut of his new copy of The Horror of Party Beach, restored by Dark Sky Films and released on DVD as a double feature with The Curse of the Living Corpse.

The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra does not seem so much like a spoof of the genre now. This is just as cheesy, with idiotic dialog, cartoonish monster costumes, and lots of slightly dressed dizzy girls and heroic men of science. But it also has some great stuff like The Del-Aires playing a rocking soundtrack and leather jacket wearing bikers kicking sand in the face of boys at the beach party just before launching into a silly acrobatic choreograph fight scene.

veiled threat?

I really think my co-worker The Irritant needs killin' - or, at least, I need to get out of this job ASAP and hope they don't hire a female to take my place.

Friday, he was in my office doing nothing but taking up space and makes the comment about how work "sure has been spurty here lately". And it was just the way he said it. Made the words sound vulgar somehow. And proceeds to spend as much time in my office too physically close and extremely annoying.

I left early, again, like I've done nearly every day this week. There's not enough to keep my busy all day anyway, and after everyone else leaves, it's just me and him there.

Monster thinks there's no threat to him and that he's just being a jerk. Boss #1 doesn't see why this makes me uncomfortable, like I'm a wimp to let it bother me.

Victory

So, I tuned up all of the security preferences on the browsers on my computer before I left work yesterday. I also created a new home page with a message on it to open with every new browser window. It just says "This computer is for use by
the art department. Use your own computer for surfing and stay off of mine!!!".

When I got to work this morning, the sound was still off.

Someone had opened Internet Explorer on my machine but there was nothing other than the home page I created in the History file.

more porn on my machine this morning

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The Prestige

Looks like this will be a great film to see.