Posted: 3/21/2008 9:32:51 PM EDT
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In the past three weeks, I have lost 2 things I value quite a bit, and had one item, (sentimental value) extensively damaged. I've had enough of this shit. I recently moved acros the country to a new state. The house we bought is unfinished. The basement is just framed up, no walls, no power, etc. I can't put a workshop outside until after I pay over $30,000 in fucking income taxes. I have to drive 2000 miles to go to work for a month on, ten days off. I have to live out of hotel rooms where you never know if the fucking maid will steal your shit. You have to bring some things to entertain yourself. My wife has two little dogs that travel with us. I love the dogs, but they destroy anything they get ahold of, and travellling with them is a royal bitch. The other day, one of them knocked an antique end table built by my great grandfather over 100 years ago down the stairs. It has lasted 100 years without so much as a scratch, now it is all dented up and gouged.  I am constantly packing and unpacking my stuff every month to travel for work, and this last stint at home, I can't find my radio scanner. I paid $500 for it about a year ago at radio shack, it's a digital trunking scanner, really nice. I tore up the whole car, all my luggage and everything looking for it. Can't find it. One of my calphalon pans is missing. The kitchen is not a big place, but seriously, how the FUCK does a pan go missing? I searched all the cabinets, drawers, dishwasher, and even the fucking OVEN and I can't find my fucking pan! ll of this is due to my wife's insistance that everything look "just so". I can't leave anything out, or my wife, BIL or the rest of the in-laws might move it, borrow it, or who knows what else. So I'm constantly having to make trips up and down the stair to the basement whenever I want to mess with any of my stuff. But that's a royal fucking pain in the ass because the dogs have a "baby gate" blocking the stairs and I have to pull a fucking groin muscle every time I want to go up or down the stairs to get something because I have to hurdle the fucking baby gate. So, I called the hotel where I stayed after tearing up the entire house looking for the scanner, and they told me they didn't find anything. I have had both good luck and bad luck with hotels returning belongings that they have found. At this point, my stuff is such a mess down in the fucking basement, I don't know if the scanner is down there or not, so I can't know if I have been stolen from or if the fucking thing is buried down there because my wife freaks out if I leave anything out on the coffee table. I'm seriously going to have to buy a fucking giant workshop and put it in the back yard just to have a place to keep my stuff where it won't get moved or lost. /rant |
Lots of times in the begining, if you put up with it, they will put out with it  Just another way to wimpify the American Male |
Heh, well I feel better about it already!  Yeah, there will be some big changes come summertime. The downstairs isn't getting finished until the man shed is complete. I can't work over and around all that stuff anyway, and I'm not going through another drywall sanding with all my stuff in the fallout zone again. |