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Frazzled and Fried
Like I've been saying all along, my condo assoc isn't going to be able to repair our code violations right away. Doing a special assessment likely won't help because with the economy in the shape it is, people just aren't going to pay it. So we're going to have fines etc - most of which because my predecessors were idiots.
That said, we can't do ANYTHING until we have hard numbers and we won't have them until 6/2, which is the deadline I set for the masonry contractors. That's going to be the biggest point of bad news, and there's no point in doing anything until we have facts in hand as to exactly how bad things are.
(I talked with our lawyer this morning and he said it was a pleasure to deal with someone who did their homework and knew what they were doing for a change. So that's good)
Now, I suck at letting things go. I'm the dance-a-jig-annually-on-the-graves-of-my-enemies kind of girl, and that's not going to help. I have a con coming up this weekend and it would be stupid to let myself have a sucky time because I ruin it for myself. I need to take a deep breath, and step away from this issue for at least a week if not longer. I need to meet with a few more contractors, but other than that I need to stop worrying.
I need to get the Glove Of Doom (tm) finally put together (I have all the parts but it's at the "glue THIS part and let it dry, and then turn it over and fasten THIS bit in place" stage. I need to find my other pair of black gloves, and figure out how to get a pair of wings into my suitcase. I need to pick out the sauciest pair of stripy socks I own. I need to stand in front of my entire closet of faire garb and wail "but I have nothing to wear!". I need to compose a funny yet pleading note so that the airport screeners don't try to detonate my luggage when the Glove Of Doom(tm) shows up on their X-ray. I need to do laundry.
I need to chill the fuck out and if anyone complains I need to shoot them with my raygun.
That said, we can't do ANYTHING until we have hard numbers and we won't have them until 6/2, which is the deadline I set for the masonry contractors. That's going to be the biggest point of bad news, and there's no point in doing anything until we have facts in hand as to exactly how bad things are.
(I talked with our lawyer this morning and he said it was a pleasure to deal with someone who did their homework and knew what they were doing for a change. So that's good)
Now, I suck at letting things go. I'm the dance-a-jig-annually-on-the-graves-of-my-enemies kind of girl, and that's not going to help. I have a con coming up this weekend and it would be stupid to let myself have a sucky time because I ruin it for myself. I need to take a deep breath, and step away from this issue for at least a week if not longer. I need to meet with a few more contractors, but other than that I need to stop worrying.
I need to get the Glove Of Doom (tm) finally put together (I have all the parts but it's at the "glue THIS part and let it dry, and then turn it over and fasten THIS bit in place" stage. I need to find my other pair of black gloves, and figure out how to get a pair of wings into my suitcase. I need to pick out the sauciest pair of stripy socks I own. I need to stand in front of my entire closet of faire garb and wail "but I have nothing to wear!". I need to compose a funny yet pleading note so that the airport screeners don't try to detonate my luggage when the Glove Of Doom(tm) shows up on their X-ray. I need to do laundry.
I need to chill the fuck out and if anyone complains I need to shoot them with my raygun.