So I need to vent

I need to vent and really don't feel like burdening anyone with this, so I decided to make this blog, exclusively for the purpose of whining and bitching about all the stuff that is bothering me. Lately, I just feel pretty overwhelmed with life. I feel alone, like it is my sole burden to fix things. Some of it could be that I am 7 months pregnant and emo, and some of it could be that "hey, I just have alot that is going on". Either way, if you are reading this, be prepared to hear some serious whining.

Bitch #1
The money pit. So because hubby is retarded when it comes to fixing up our house, and because I would like stuff done before I birth this child, I made the executive decision to hire someone to do the little things that need to be done to the house. Putting in lights, ceiling fans, doors, texturing walls, putting in molding, putting in the hall and entryway flooring and basically making the house look acceptable. Oh, and also, if possible putting up the gutters that we have had sitting in the front yard for the last 3 years.

So I call some handymen off of Craigslist. This guy, we will call him Jay says he will come out Saturday at 9. Saturday, btw is when we had the garage sale that was a flop. Anyway, he calls Saturday and can't come out (because his grand daughter is sick) and says he will come out Sunday at 9. Sunday morning we wake up and the electricity is off. I call him and tell him and he says he is already on the way (from Everett, like 435 minutes away). I am certian that the electricity being off was Gods warning to us. But nevertheless, this dude comes out and quotes $3500 for everything. I almost swallowed my tounge. Now mind you, I already have ALL the lights, ALL the flooring, the texture stuff for the walls, the gutters. So I was like "we can't afford that right now". Of course hubby says nothing. Jay says "well what can you afford?" I said $1000 and he says, ok we can do all of the inside fore $1000. This includes him buying the molding, doors, etc whatever the fuck else he needs to do the job-or so we assume right?! The rest will have to wait until next month.

Sunday he and silent bob (some old, creepy Halrey dude he brought with him) put in a light over the kitchen table, the bathroom light and the fan. They leave the bathroom a fucking mess and bail at 2:30 to go to Lowes. He asks us to clear out the old hallways stuff, and he will have "a guy" there first thing Monday morning to do the floors and they will be done with everything by Tuesday. He asks for a deposit of $700 for supplies. He even has me write on the check "for supplies"-this tidbit will be informative later.
Time spent working: 3.5 hours

Monday comes and goes. Apparantly they worked from 9 to about 2:30. I get home from work..no floors. They have accomplished putting in 2 ceiling fans and patching 2 holes in the wall. oh yeas and "fixing" the bathroom door, which btw looks like complete shit, but he promises to fix it. One ceiling fan apparently was broken (even though I just bought it Sunday). So of course after dinner and dishes I have to drive to Home Depot to exchange it.
Time spent working: 5.5 hours

Tuesday rolls around, they came in at 11. I came home for lunch and my daughter shows me that although I now have 2 kitchen lights up-they do not turn off. Jay proudly shows me the lights and I in turn show him they do not turn off. He starts on a tyraid of how our electricity in the house is funkified, etc. He says it will be another $100 in supplies to fix. I agree, because I am a nice girl.

*Side note* I DONT GIVE A SHIT. I do not want to hear about how things work, I do not want to hear about how things dont work. I do not need a detailed explanation of why things take you longer. I do not want to hear your STUPID FUCKING JOKES OR THE DUMB ASS VOICES YOU DO. Do the job. DO IT. I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND.

Ok so anyway, I'm like whatever, the lights worked before, but if it is REALLY that difficult, then take the light from the sink completely out. Jay mutter "no, no, we will get it done". They leave at 2:30. BTW Jay brought his very hick and skanky, cigarette smelling wife to "help". Which bothered me, but whatever. So Tuesdays accomplishment after 3 1/2 hours.when I got home...installing 1 ceiling fan, one light in the laundry room and breaking the kitchen light so that the breaker (which includes the bathroom light) has to be off. Taking a shower in the dark=fun times for all. BTW Jay leaves me the message :clear shit away from the walls, we are texturing tomorrow. mmmmmhmmm
Time spent working: 3.5 hours

Wednesday, dawning of a new day. I come home from lunch and VOILA the walls are being textured and MY ceiling fan is being installed. The texture looks FUGLY, but its better than nothing. I figure I can sand it. Jay starts blabbing at me (wha'ts new). Says texture + ceiling fan will be done today, floors and molding tomorrow. Shows me the kitchen light (tells me he had to bring an electrician in-who fixed it in 2 minutes)...so you're admitting youre a fucking tard and had no clue how to do it, whatever. I say "what about the doors?". He says "yeah I was going to ask you where they are?". WHAT?? Where they are?!?! I dunno where the fuck did you put them after you bought them with the money I gave you?!!? "Oh, I was supposed to buy them??". Yes fucktard, with that supply money. I go off on him a little, what supplies did you actually buy so far. He lists about $100 worth of shit, so I'm thinking, ok so you are asking for like $900 in labor. Which, honestly because they are SOFA KING slow, it could very well be. But hey, you are the dude who said it would take you a day and a half. Anyway, when all was said and done he agreed to buy the doors. THEN he asks me "if money wasn't an issue, how much could you afford to start work on the outside". DOT DOT DOT MONEY IS AN ISSUE WHEN YOU ASK SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY CAN AFFORD. I say "nothing". Because 1) well it is true, and 2) I have already decided I don't ever want to see Jay and Silent Bob again after this. Although I am certainly not telling them this before they finish this job. Anyway, I left early wasting 15 minutes of my lunch, simply because I didn't want to be around them. I send hubby a series of text messages explaining all this shit. Call my daughter who said they left at 1:30 with the walls not completed (because they ran out of texture-even thought 2 bags of texture was on his list of supplies in addition to the one I already had) AND my ceiling fan not in (because a part was missing...from the brand new ceiling fan box)
Time spent: 4.5 hours

Tomorrow shall be interesting. I WANT THEM GONE. At this point I do not even care if they never come back. But sadly, I know they will :( They better be DONE by Friday. I kick myself for not executing a contract with them. I kick myself for not getting more bids and finding someone who is not a tool.

Soooo so far Jay and Silent Bob have spent about 17 hours at my house, and gotten the following accomplished:
-Installed 3 ceiling fans
-Installed 5 lights
-Installed a bathroom fan
-Partially textured some walls

WHAT
THE
FUCK

Let's pretend that he really spent $200 on supplies. Let's pretend that he gets the 4 bedroom doors for $200. That's $400ish. That leaves $700 for labor..so far. Thats $41 an hour for labor. Now if they would have done it in the time they SAID they could....ugh. please God, kill them in an accident tomorrow so I can hire someone competent.

Bitch #2
So after that, you may be wondering what else I have to bitch about. Well, my husbands job. Hubby is a smart guy. I don't mean smart like I admire him because I love him, I mean smart like he has been tested and is genius level. So what did he get his degree in? Law? Medicine? No...he got his degree in the ever useful field of *drum roll* HISTORY. Ok so like me, you may be wondering what someone with a history degree does. The answer is...work for Enterprise Rental Car! He actually loves his job and he is actually very good at it. Good at renting cars..I know. But you see the goal of Enterprise is not really to rent you a car, it is to sell you their crappy insurance. She what he is good at is charming people into buying their insurance without realizing they are paying $80 a day for a Prius.

So he has worked there about a year and a half. In his 11th month, he "grilled". Which is this big test they have to pass in order to get promoted. He studied his ass off, seriously. Most people grill like after 2 years, so he did really well getting it out of the way. He got a small raise and a promise of being promoted "soon". Then the economy hit. Wait for it.....Wait for it....An opening. Random guy gets it, and I don't mean to be racist, but I'm pretty sure it was because the manager who is over hubby is "of color" and so is random guy. Because honestly, Hubby has better sales.

So last month, another opening. This one is in Poulsbo which is about an hour and a half away. A long commute but my Dad did longer. Plus we thought, hey he could rent a room and stay over there during the week, etc. His manager talked to him about it, then gave the job to a guy that JUST grilled the month before. Why??? because his parents live there and it was easier for him. WHAT THE FUCK. What business is it of his managers that he would have to rent a room? What concern is it of his? You don't promote people because their mommy and daddy live close to the office, you promote them because they DESERVE it. Ugh so hubby, ever patient grinds away. A job opens up yesterday. YAY...nope gave it to somoene else. It too was too far to commute..45 minutes. UGH I HATE THIS FUCKING COMPANY. It isn't even like a REAL company. They take liberties with their employees because they are young. You wouldnt be telling some 50 year old you didn't give him a promotion because the drive is too far. AS AN EMPLOYER THAT IS NOT YOUR CONCERN.

He REALLY needs to get a promotion. He REALLY needs to make more money. $30k a year is dandy for some starter job, but seriously if you have a college degree and you are making $30k a year, something is wrong. I try to be nice to hubby about it, but he is just ever patient.

I DONT WANT TO WORK, I AM SICK OF HAVING NO MONEY. He needs to get another job. I swear to God if he is not promoted by the time the baby gets here I'm laying it out. Quit or leave.

Bitch #3
Yes, there is more. I am stressed out over money, this is no secret. We have like $20k in credit card debt. Alot is from the wedding, alot is from the bathroom remodel and alot is because well, I like nice things and we do not make enough to buy them. So I asked my Dad to refinance the house and take out like 20k to pay off our stuff. He agreed and we have been working on that. We are down to waiting for the appraisal. The house must appraise for $240 and I am worried to DEATH that it wont. It appraised for $256 in January, but honestly I feel that was inflated, and with the economy...ugh I am going to get an ulcer. And it has been like a week and no phone call to even schedule the fucking thing.

Bitch #4
I'm being sued. For some old ass debt. Like $2k. I called the lawyers office to try to work something out, but they havnt called back yet. Just thinking about talking to them about it makes my stomach turn :(