Is it wrong to just want a frigging drama-free life?
I got rid of a few people that were making my life a living hell, figured once they were off and gone, things would be a hell of a lot more smooth sailing.
But apparently not. Apparently I'm meant to live in hell.
Insurance company comes back to me with a ridiculous offer, less than 1/3 of what the estimate I got on the kitchen would cost. I tell my broker "forget it, they'll hear from the lawyer", and the insurance comes back asking for a copy of the estimate so they can look into it again.
Sigh. Can this not be a shitload more simple?
Good news is I now have 2 offers on the table to buy my house. So when I know what in hell I'm doing, I'll be able to sell it.
And then there's men. I won't bore you, except to say that The Brit told me he has something to explain to me when we see each other ("but it's not bad!"), I want him to tell me now so I don't have to wonder about it for 3 weeks. Frankly, I'll be the judge of what's "not bad!". He hasn't given me any idea yet.
Sigh.
So he's been told unless he explains, we won't be seeing each other.
Can I go away now? I would really love that.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
enough already
Insurance called today to inform me that they don't intend to pay me a cent for my kitchen.
Yes, the insurance I've been paying for X amount of time is not going to play.
That was until a friend in TV made a suggestion, writing to the local station about it, I also have a lawyer waiting in the wings (I am not remotely litigious, but I had a feeling they would try this shite).
Responding to the adjuster in the email she sent my refusal in, I told her I had contacted the media and my lawyer and she would hear from someone in the near future. Oh and what was her direct supervisor's name and phone?
Amazingly I get an email back from the adjuster saying she needs to speak to her supervisor and the estimator and would get back to me. Yeah. I thought so.
My insurance broker thinks they'll offer me a small amount as a gesture, and I think I'll be seeing the lawyer and he'll be saying we can get more, so I'll let him deal with that.
Bastards. You pay pay pay, and something happens, they look for anything to get out of paying. The lawyer says that unless they have a clause in terms of the age of my kitchen, previous damage etc (they looked at my kitchen a few years ago before insuring it when they inspected the entire house) or a clause stating they won't pay for plumbing causing flooding, they have to pay.
Sigh. Cuz I need this right?
I am NOT litigious like I say, but I'm also not taking this laying down considering I pay those bastards almost $70 a month for my house insurance.
And she thought I was kidding. Silly adjuster.
Yes, the insurance I've been paying for X amount of time is not going to play.
That was until a friend in TV made a suggestion, writing to the local station about it, I also have a lawyer waiting in the wings (I am not remotely litigious, but I had a feeling they would try this shite).
Responding to the adjuster in the email she sent my refusal in, I told her I had contacted the media and my lawyer and she would hear from someone in the near future. Oh and what was her direct supervisor's name and phone?
Amazingly I get an email back from the adjuster saying she needs to speak to her supervisor and the estimator and would get back to me. Yeah. I thought so.
My insurance broker thinks they'll offer me a small amount as a gesture, and I think I'll be seeing the lawyer and he'll be saying we can get more, so I'll let him deal with that.
Bastards. You pay pay pay, and something happens, they look for anything to get out of paying. The lawyer says that unless they have a clause in terms of the age of my kitchen, previous damage etc (they looked at my kitchen a few years ago before insuring it when they inspected the entire house) or a clause stating they won't pay for plumbing causing flooding, they have to pay.
Sigh. Cuz I need this right?
I am NOT litigious like I say, but I'm also not taking this laying down considering I pay those bastards almost $70 a month for my house insurance.
And she thought I was kidding. Silly adjuster.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
yes, there's life over here
I know I know I am a blogging zero. I can't help it. It's partially desire to not bother because I'm only coming up with negativity at the moment, partially having too much on my plate and this is yet another thing to add to it, and partially everything going through my brain confusing me completely and being unable to really put it to paper, as they say (because this isn't paper).
So many good things, and yet so many bad things going on right now. Let's start with the good.
Good:
- back to photography with a vengeance!!! Lots of great bands out there and I get to see them and enjoy them while I take photos which is a passion. Happy happy!
- work is busy. This actually goes in both categories, but tis a good thing because it's a good indication of what is happening with the economy. Yey.
- good friends who put up with me and have been helping with my kitchen issues.
- my babies...although they keep dying off on me (the likkle ones - 2 hamster deaths in 2 weeks), they are what keep me going day to day
- 3 weeks til London....WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad:
- insurance company kitchen crap. I need to call my witch adjustor today...JOY OH FRIGGING BLISS. Haven't heard a word in over a week. Way to try to make me go away after all the $$ they've gotten out of me
- worried I won't have enough $$ for England
- family. Sigh. Can't solve that one anytime soon, can I?
- my laptop, the hard drive is considering dying on me. Silver lining to that one is that the replacement is cheap, and according to my IT department here at work, it's easy peasy to replace, as in I can do it myself (but the guy told me to bring it to work and he would oversee it for me). Backed up everything on my drive (250g thanks - photos take a lot of space), and I'm ready for the sudden death (which my luck will be when I'm in England! LOL)
- sheer exhaustion. I'm not SPCAing until I'm back from London, so that'll help in the long run, but right now I haven't had time to color my hair, it's that busy.
It'll all work out in the long run, always does, and I have faith that it will, but man o man, someone out there is testing me for sure (I don't believe in God, so it ain't him!)
Great week all...I'll post again when I can put together a non-negative coherent sentence!
So many good things, and yet so many bad things going on right now. Let's start with the good.
Good:
- back to photography with a vengeance!!! Lots of great bands out there and I get to see them and enjoy them while I take photos which is a passion. Happy happy!
- work is busy. This actually goes in both categories, but tis a good thing because it's a good indication of what is happening with the economy. Yey.
- good friends who put up with me and have been helping with my kitchen issues.
- my babies...although they keep dying off on me (the likkle ones - 2 hamster deaths in 2 weeks), they are what keep me going day to day
- 3 weeks til London....WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad:
- insurance company kitchen crap. I need to call my witch adjustor today...JOY OH FRIGGING BLISS. Haven't heard a word in over a week. Way to try to make me go away after all the $$ they've gotten out of me
- worried I won't have enough $$ for England
- family. Sigh. Can't solve that one anytime soon, can I?
- my laptop, the hard drive is considering dying on me. Silver lining to that one is that the replacement is cheap, and according to my IT department here at work, it's easy peasy to replace, as in I can do it myself (but the guy told me to bring it to work and he would oversee it for me). Backed up everything on my drive (250g thanks - photos take a lot of space), and I'm ready for the sudden death (which my luck will be when I'm in England! LOL)
- sheer exhaustion. I'm not SPCAing until I'm back from London, so that'll help in the long run, but right now I haven't had time to color my hair, it's that busy.
It'll all work out in the long run, always does, and I have faith that it will, but man o man, someone out there is testing me for sure (I don't believe in God, so it ain't him!)
Great week all...I'll post again when I can put together a non-negative coherent sentence!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
family....aka HELL
Trip to Ontario yesterday.
Little background, my father's mother has just been diagnosed with lung cancer, and is in a facility, probably until she goes into palative care and dies.
So went to visit her for the first time since she was diagnosed, and probably the last time, because I personally think she won't last past Christmas.
Everything was fine with my youngest sister and my mom and I, until we picked up the middle daughter. Who decided she needed to shop (small town Ontario....she lives in a bigger city...no need to go shopping while she's going to see a dying grandmother).
I told her no, she got her nose out of joint, and I got into trouble on the way home from the other sister for hurting her feelings.
Also got attitude due to leaving for the holidays.
And for wanting to move.
Piece de la resistance, my grandmother gave my youngest sister her car, my other sister all her silverware (ie, real silver), and me...well...nada. I was asked what I wanted, I said due to the move, nothing big, preferably jewelry, my mother's comment was that she didn't think that was a good idea because I would sell it.
Pardon?
I wouldn't sell jewelry. I have all my jewelry, family stuff and things given to me from men past, good memories, bad memories, I keep it all, I have an emotional attachment to it.
I was hurt, and insulted.
People wonder why the idea of being across the ocean doesn't bother me.
Little background, my father's mother has just been diagnosed with lung cancer, and is in a facility, probably until she goes into palative care and dies.
So went to visit her for the first time since she was diagnosed, and probably the last time, because I personally think she won't last past Christmas.
Everything was fine with my youngest sister and my mom and I, until we picked up the middle daughter. Who decided she needed to shop (small town Ontario....she lives in a bigger city...no need to go shopping while she's going to see a dying grandmother).
I told her no, she got her nose out of joint, and I got into trouble on the way home from the other sister for hurting her feelings.
Also got attitude due to leaving for the holidays.
And for wanting to move.
Piece de la resistance, my grandmother gave my youngest sister her car, my other sister all her silverware (ie, real silver), and me...well...nada. I was asked what I wanted, I said due to the move, nothing big, preferably jewelry, my mother's comment was that she didn't think that was a good idea because I would sell it.
Pardon?
I wouldn't sell jewelry. I have all my jewelry, family stuff and things given to me from men past, good memories, bad memories, I keep it all, I have an emotional attachment to it.
I was hurt, and insulted.
People wonder why the idea of being across the ocean doesn't bother me.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
wet
I suppose, seeing as everything in this house is waterlogged in some way or another, me sitting crying isn't going to cause much of a problem.
I think I'm feeling the stress of the past bit, right here, right now, and all because of the $300 deductible that my insurance company is making me pay. No, they aren't deducting it, they're making me pay it to a subcontractor.
I may have a very good job, but I live alone, and I am budgeted up the hilt. I don't have $300 available right now, this is a problem, so that means something else doesn't get paid or I don't eat or breathe or live or...well...whatever.
So. Lack of sleep, stress, frustration, and general sense of being the only one in this thing with me, I'm sitting crying tears of sheer frustration.
I never do cry tears of joy. Never have. Probably never will?
I'm tired of having to go this whole thing alone. So tired.
I think I'm feeling the stress of the past bit, right here, right now, and all because of the $300 deductible that my insurance company is making me pay. No, they aren't deducting it, they're making me pay it to a subcontractor.
I may have a very good job, but I live alone, and I am budgeted up the hilt. I don't have $300 available right now, this is a problem, so that means something else doesn't get paid or I don't eat or breathe or live or...well...whatever.
So. Lack of sleep, stress, frustration, and general sense of being the only one in this thing with me, I'm sitting crying tears of sheer frustration.
I never do cry tears of joy. Never have. Probably never will?
I'm tired of having to go this whole thing alone. So tired.
Monday, November 23, 2009
and the water came...
So I walk in from work on Friday, only to wonder why there's water all over my kitchen floor and why I can hear what is akin to Niagara Falls coming from my kitchen ceiling?
My toilet ran all day and overflowed into the kitchen below, and the basement below that....
Now. I need a new kitchen, but seriously, this wasn't the way I planned on getting that.....
I am going to look at this as a blessing in disguise, they are going to have to tear down my walls in the kitchen, the cabinets are from 1952, so they will fall apart, and they'll have to put in something new. It'll be ok, right? It'll be a cheap kitchen, but it won't be a million years old, and I'll be able to sell my house, the one thing that I thought would prevent a decent sale.
Sigh.
But the stress associated, I could do without.
I hate construction zones. My parents place was under construction from the time I was about 7 until after I owned my own home at 21. Construction zones stress me, and I'm about to live in one.
The job hunt (which I can't complain about, I have a job, so shut up right?), wanting to move & being blocked, my grandmother, and now the house stuff....I just find sometimes that I get tested in a big way, with alot all at once, and that one day this migraine I'm feeling is actually an aneurysm due to stress. And that it's going to blow.
Hope not though.
Feel free to shoot me anytime.
My toilet ran all day and overflowed into the kitchen below, and the basement below that....
Now. I need a new kitchen, but seriously, this wasn't the way I planned on getting that.....
I am going to look at this as a blessing in disguise, they are going to have to tear down my walls in the kitchen, the cabinets are from 1952, so they will fall apart, and they'll have to put in something new. It'll be ok, right? It'll be a cheap kitchen, but it won't be a million years old, and I'll be able to sell my house, the one thing that I thought would prevent a decent sale.
Sigh.
But the stress associated, I could do without.
I hate construction zones. My parents place was under construction from the time I was about 7 until after I owned my own home at 21. Construction zones stress me, and I'm about to live in one.
The job hunt (which I can't complain about, I have a job, so shut up right?), wanting to move & being blocked, my grandmother, and now the house stuff....I just find sometimes that I get tested in a big way, with alot all at once, and that one day this migraine I'm feeling is actually an aneurysm due to stress. And that it's going to blow.
Hope not though.
Feel free to shoot me anytime.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
wishing...hoping....
That photo, I can't get it out of my mind.
I need to get over there.
Is it Christmas yet? I don't like Christmas, ever, but I'm thinking this year I'll like it more than usual seeing as my gift to myself is a trip to London.
I'm not sure how to proceed with finding a job there. I've done everything I need to do and yet, nothing is happening. I need to be more proactive. The best way to do that would be to sell up here and go, but what in HELL would I live on is the question I have for you.
Yeah. Not such a good idea.
I have to hope that someone will be progressive enough to consider a foreigner for a position. Or that I can get something with an airline.
Sigh.
Otherwise, all I'm doing right now is working, sleeping, eating. I'm exhausted physically and mentally, I don't have enough time for anything.
My grandmother is dying of cancer, so that's another thing I'm thinking about. This sucks pretty well...she'll be gone in the next few months, max, I think she's resigned to the idea that she'll be dying. Just hoping she gets a bed in palliative care so it doesn't hurt too much.
And that's about it here.
Still thinking about that photo. That's one of my favorite places in London, the town of Kew. Which I can live in no problem, but only if I win the 6/49......
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