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grammarwoman) wrote2015-04-08 11:30 pm
grammarwoman) wrote2015-04-08 11:30 pm
Overflowing excrement
Both literal and metaphorical!
In the ongoing war on my bank account that is home ownership, the sewer line backed up into our house Saturday night, requiring an after-hours repair with a large price tag. It did cover a camera inspection of the line on Monday, but the Roto Rooter guy tried to parlay the alarming results into pressuring us to sign up for a replacement of the line right away, to the tune of six grand. Yikes! We balked, and I called for a second opinion, who said that the line did need to be replaced, but not at crisis, OMGWTFBBQ speed. The plumber recommended by them gave us a ballpark figure over the phone of several grand less. Here's hoping that holds true.
I was off Friday, and worked from home Monday and Tuesday to deal with the dirty details, so today was my first day back in the office for almost a week. After what happened today, I'm tempted to stay home as much as possible.
I overheard male manager J talking to my male coworker S about female coworker C. J complained that C was being really grumpy and obviously therefore needed to get laid, and "jokingly" asked S to "take one for the team", but if he couldn't do it, J would have get one of the other single guys in the department to step up.
Just to add to the grossness of this, J is C's manager.
I could not believe what I was hearing - I mean, I could, because J is infamous for getting away with shit like that for literally decades, but I'd never been present for such garbage. I had to walk around the building to calm down, then I talked to S about the situation. He was similarly disgusted, so I got his blessing before bringing it up to our manager M. M promised to talk to the big boss about it, while trying to keep our names out of it (because our department has a delightful history of firing people who complain about the work environment). So we'll see what happens.
Does anyone know a good way to call down a meteor strike to hasten along the passing of the current crop of dinosaurs?
In the ongoing war on my bank account that is home ownership, the sewer line backed up into our house Saturday night, requiring an after-hours repair with a large price tag. It did cover a camera inspection of the line on Monday, but the Roto Rooter guy tried to parlay the alarming results into pressuring us to sign up for a replacement of the line right away, to the tune of six grand. Yikes! We balked, and I called for a second opinion, who said that the line did need to be replaced, but not at crisis, OMGWTFBBQ speed. The plumber recommended by them gave us a ballpark figure over the phone of several grand less. Here's hoping that holds true.
I was off Friday, and worked from home Monday and Tuesday to deal with the dirty details, so today was my first day back in the office for almost a week. After what happened today, I'm tempted to stay home as much as possible.
I overheard male manager J talking to my male coworker S about female coworker C. J complained that C was being really grumpy and obviously therefore needed to get laid, and "jokingly" asked S to "take one for the team", but if he couldn't do it, J would have get one of the other single guys in the department to step up.
Just to add to the grossness of this, J is C's manager.
I could not believe what I was hearing - I mean, I could, because J is infamous for getting away with shit like that for literally decades, but I'd never been present for such garbage. I had to walk around the building to calm down, then I talked to S about the situation. He was similarly disgusted, so I got his blessing before bringing it up to our manager M. M promised to talk to the big boss about it, while trying to keep our names out of it (because our department has a delightful history of firing people who complain about the work environment). So we'll see what happens.
Does anyone know a good way to call down a meteor strike to hasten along the passing of the current crop of dinosaurs?
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Good luck with that sewer lines. Everytime I think about the possibility of owning a home some day I think about things like that and feel a little better about that rent check.
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Our house is far from a money pit, but yeah, times like these make me remember fondly when those kind of issues were Someone Else's Problem.
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I'm glad my husband was there for the first quote, because otherwise I would have suspected the repair guy to be a "there, there, little lady" kind of asshole, instead of a generally manipulative one. Equal opportunity offender FTW(L)?
My manager had me write up the incident so he could pass it along, so we'll see what happens. At least J wasn't here today, nor will he be in tomorrow, because he's got a magical schedule where he "works from home" 2 days a week. (Nobody can understand how he still has a job.)
I want a nice, relaxing weekend with a minimum of crap (note to the geriatric dog: please poop outside, not in) and hateful people. Which probably means I'll be hiding at home as much as possible.
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