A Comedy of Tragedies

The day started normally enough. Up with the son (whinypooch Bucket), let the dogs out, let the dogs in, feed the dogs, bathe...let the dogs out, let the dogs in, leave for work. Muddle through work, wild with anticipation about whether we'd be approved for the house in Phoenixand wonder how the Structural Engineer found things.

Lunchtime comes and I arrive home to let the dogs out and call Monica to see if she'd heard anything. No answer, leave a message. I start to fix lunch, only to find that I have no water. No water!? What the hell? So I call and leave another message with her asking if she had any ideas why I might not have water. Then I spend the next 20 minutes on hold with the water company to see if they might know what is going on. They don't have anyone working in the area, but they'll send someone by to check things out. hmph. I let the dogs back in, give them some ice cubes to play with, and head back to work.

As I'm pulling into the parking lot at work I get a call back from Monica. Looks like the spigot on the front of the house was gushing water, so they turned the water off for me, but didn't bother to mention it to anyone. Also, it's sounding like the Engineer is going to suggest piers for the house. Of course this is about all I can take, and I explode a bitch bomb onto Monica and subsequently burst into tears. I leave an indecipherable message on Deb's (our Admin) voicemail, letting her know that I am heading back home to sort some things (and myself) out.

I get home and let the dogs out and then again let Bucket in. Momma's boy. I sit down to play a bit (escapism at it's finest) and the doorbell rings. It's the City Water guy, wanting my signature saying he can have access to my water main. I step outside the door to talk to him, and Bucket pushes the door closed behind me. That's right. I'm now locked out of my house. The water guy is really nice and backs his truck up so I can climb over the fence into the back yard. I carefully unlock the front door and go back out to talk to him about the water. I'm convinced that the people were idiots, and have him turn the water back on. Sure enough, water is pouring--not just dripping--out of the spigot. Damn. Back off it goes, and he shows me how to turn it off and on in the event that I need to, oh, take a shower, or go to the bathroom at some point. I sit at home for a while longer and get another call from Monica. The piers are a non-issue, apparently. His official report will be that the home may need them sometime in the future, but he's not recommending them at the moment. We will not have to put piers in. Huge sigh of relief and back to work I go.

A short time after I get back to work, Russell calls and listens to my sob story. He then gleefully tells me that we've been approved for the house! He was going to tease me and tell me we didn't get it (he's mean like that!), but after hearing how shitty my day had been, decided against it. This is why I love him. When he told me that the house was ours, it was as though a huge 1000 pound black cloud had been lifted from me. We won't be homeless when we move to Phoenix. The dogs will have a yard. With real grass. We have a garage, and a kitchen, and 2.5 baths! We have landlords, but we also don't have to do ANY REPAIRS! Wheeee.

To shorten the rest of the story, I went by Lowe's on the way home to pick up a thingymabob for the spigot so I can at least turn the water on until I can get it properly fixed.. Also got a box cover for the electrical thing in the attic and got that done. Talked to my dad about the dryer vent and the spigot...sounds like I can handle all of that. :) Came home, had neighbour Brad help me out with the spigot ( a quick fix until I can take it apart and get the real job done), put the box cover on, emptied the attic, fed the dogs, played WoW for about an hour until the server crashed, and here I am. Exhausted. But not homeless.

Anyway.