Mayday, mayday, going down...

[gwyn]

Man, I am so not having a good day. This morning, for some ungodly stupid reason, I tried to brush off all the crumbs my friend left all over my stovetop, right after boiling water for a cup of tea. I still can't quite get used to the fact that these ceramic glasstop stoves don't show the heating elements when you turn them off. Ssssss went the skin of the backs of my middle fingers on the left hand. Jesus, burns hurt. I know it's probably bad enough to actually go to the doctor about, but I just don't want to. Besides, it's not like I don't have a hospital's worth of surgical crap leftover from my sister's stays. It just hurts and I'm pouty and whiny. I am such a dumbass klutz it's a wonder I've lived to middle age. My clumsiness is epic.

Then tonight, because I have e-class (one Monday is in class, then the next Monday is electronic check-in and project review), I was sitting here DLing all the files the students send, and I remembered one of the students had put together a leave-behind CD portfolio of sample documents (this woman is way ahead of the game and is totally going to go far). Only I heard the most horrid sound when I put it in my Mac's drive, like something was being punched through metal. I ejected it, and the only thing I could see was that maybe the homeprinted label had covered part of the spindle hole, so I smoothed it out and put it back in. More horrid grinding noises and I couldn't get the disc to eject and it had immobilized the Mac. After shutting down I finally was able to get it out manually. I think the superdrive's wrecked. I'm scared to try it out now because it's making weird noises. If that's the case, I won't be able to burn discs for VVC. Crapola.

And it turns out the garage is leaking. Apparently when they moved a form during the concrete pour, they created a low spot, and water is coming in under the big doors and pooling there, about five feet inside. The one thing I wanted more than anything was a garage I could put things in where they wouldn't get wet and moldy and damp. I don't know how they can fix it at this stage, but oh well. I have new pics, but am too owie and grumbly to post them. I have a structure with a roof and doors, though. No interior. The fence guy came on Saturday and put up the speed-o-fence. I couldn't believe how fast it went up. I think the latch is still too high for my very short friends to open, but it's a lot more reasonable than before. It's short enough, though, that the creepy lurking people can still see into my kitchen window, sigh. I wish the staring people would go away. There's lots of construction in the whole area; part of me wants to put up a sign directing them to other things they can go stare at.

Comments

[umbo.livejournal.com]

What a not fun day!

*hugs*

[mlyn.livejournal.com]

Ohmygosh, that disk error sounds so scary. I hope you can get your drive working!

Concerning your garage: you're paying them to make a shelter. It goes without saying that shelters don't leak, especially within days of their creation. They're obligated to fix it. I know I don't have to do the whole "take them to court if they don't!" spiel, but I'm just sayin': stand firm, babe.

I'm going to email you about other business because this comment got too long.

*hug*

[(Anonymous)]

Okay.

Put some cool soothing cucumber or aloe on your fingers, have a nice cuppa tea.

Think nice serene porny thoughts the rest of the evening.

Tomorrow call the people who built your garage and have them come and take a look at it.

This is a structure less than 1 month old and they should've checked for levelness of the concrete, ect. It's not like there's been sufficent time for settling to cause the problem.

(If you think it necessary, take the pictures that you have, print them out, put them in an envelope go to the post office and mail it to yourself, certified/registered mail. This will certainly establish a date for when you first noticed this problem.)

If you need to get mean with them, in conversation 2.0 mention the three magic phrases: Better Business Bureau, Business License Office, State Contractor's Board.

[kadymae.livejournal.com]

and that would be me, not logged in.

[gwyn-r.livejournal.com]

Dad talked to the contractor today, and he's going to come look at it. Dad pointed out to me when I was getting all agitated that the dozens of jobs this guy has at any one time and the huge crew he runs, this has probably happened before, so he'll have fixes. what kind, we don't know, but hopefully it will be something. I know concrete is hard to patch after the fact. But that's all I know. I guess we'll see later. I have this weird jinx thing. Everyone makes fun of me about it. But if anything can go wrong, if it's being done for me or I'm buying it, it will be wrong. I'm walking Murphy's law.

[chrisjournal.livejournal.com]

I'm worried about your hand...burns are not not not good, when they are of the sizzling skin sort. a) do manage the pain -- motrin and tylenol on alternating schedules, if you don't have some pain meds squirreled away from a past dental visit or something b) silver nitrate is what you want to be putting on those burns -- if you don't have it in the leftovers, it's honestly worth calling the doc or hitting an urgent care center for it--scarring on hands can be debilitating on down the road c) if you don't have the silver nitrate or silver sulfadiazine on hand and won't go for treatment, then go for the triple antibiotic in a cream formulation with topical pain reliever added, and keep it clean, dry, and loosely bandaged.

And forgive a mostly-absent flister for butting in and giving mommy advice to someone who surely doesn't need it. I have a thing about burns, and just can't restrain myself.

*hugs because you need them*

[gwyn-r.livejournal.com]

No, this is actually good to know -- I didn't know that about silver nitrate. I'm just so sick of going to the doctor, which I've had to do more than usual this year because of some new meds monitoring. My doc is great, really, I adore her, but I just am so tired of goin. But that's a good point about the scarring -- my hands are such a mass of scars because I'm such a feeb that I forget about the long-term damage.

[fishsanwitt]

::hugs:: for the all the crap you had to go through today.

[klia.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[dine.livejournal.com]

boy, talk about an overwhelmingly terrible, awful, horrible no-good day!

I'm sure they can (and will) mend the garage; obviously they screwed something up, and they should be able to figure out a fix.

take good care of your burnt fingers - those are way painful, and I feel for you.

*hugs* to your drive - I'm sending positive thoughts your (and its) way.

[barkley.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's just not a good day. I hope your hand feels better, your drive stops making noise and your garage levels off.

Most of all, I wish you happy Mack day today. May shirtlessness reign.