If not friend, why friend-shaped?
Feb. 5th, 2025 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeToday (well, technically yesterday now, but night shifts make time weird) we went to visit the house I mentioned in yesterday's entry, and it is what some of my friends would term a "friend-shaped house." Honestly, I have no idea why this house is on the market for so little money: it is pristine, with the only fault being a downstairs bathroom that's still being renovated but will be finished before the sale is final. It also sits on 3/4 of an acre of land, and the layout is practically perfect for us.
I asked our real estate agent if there was a portal to Hell secretly located in the basement which would explain the low price, but alas, she is entirely devoid of humour, and didn't get the joke.
However, she agreed that the house was gorgeous (I did not mention friend-shaped, for the aforementioned lack of a sense of humour--she is a quintessential Boomer in the way the kids today refer to them) and would be a perfect fit for us. I think she also is kind of desperate for us to get into a house so she can finally get us off her client list. We've been diligently looking for a house since 2022, and while we have now made offers on four houses and had three accepted, we still had to withdraw all three accepted offers due to the condition of the houses upon inspection. The last house we made an offer on was in very good shape (the same as this one) and we got outbid in some way. There were multiple offers on that house, and I wasn't too optimistic about our chances.
In this case, we know that there is one other offer on the house, and given that there were apparently back-to-back showings today, I assume that there will be more than both our offers on the table tomorrow. I did make an offer a little above asking, but I am not in a position to be in a bidding war, and that offer will stretch our finances pretty thin, at least in the first year. So, we shall see if it works out.
KK and I have been joking about MANIFESTING the house. So, in the interests of ~manifestation~, I will put a few pictures of it behind a cut so you can see why it's friend-shaped. Bear in mind there was a very clever photographer who used either a special lens or performed a little bit of photoshop magic to make these rooms look much bigger than they are. They are of a perfectly decent size, but the photos make this house look like a mansion rather than the cozy little country house that it is.
So, yes. I am already getting attached to this house in spite of myself, because that's how I roll. I will be very disappointed and sad if we don't at least get a shot at this property.
And that was my evening.
As for the rest of the day, I had intended to go to Costco early yesterday morning after work to pick up a couple of things that we are lacking and which it would behoove us to get sooner rather than later. However, the caffeine withdrawal headache had morphed into a migraine overnight, and I belatedly remembered that I needed to put the recycling to the curb earlier rather than later, because the collection services tend to come early. They actually often come before 7am, so today I got lucky in that they had not come by 8:30 and I was able to get all of the boxes (today was paper recycling only) and the green bin outside in time.
I then took more acetaminophen and passed out until 3:30pm or so, when it was time to get up so we could get to the house viewing in time after KK was done with work. For the first time in something like fifteen years I ran out of deodorant today due to thinking I had a spare stashed under my bathroom sink when, in fact, I had none. Oops. KK was kind enough to stop by the store on our way to visit the house so I could run in and buy some, and I picked up some dill and a couple of other things I was missing, as well as a sandwich because the last time I'd eaten was 6am. Oops, again.
KK also had a migraine, so I assume it must be due to some weather system/barometric pressure issue going on. It definitely made for an interesting drive there and back, because we were driving in the dark, and we kept getting "stuck" behind road maintenance vehicles with brightly flashing red, blue, and yellow lights. Let me tell you, that is not the ideal situation when you have a migraine. Luckily we were both in good enough shape that we were able to soldier through, and it was well worth the trip to see the friend-shaped house.
We got home and uncooped the dogs (they have to be crated when we're not home for their safety and our sanity), and I signed all the virtual paperwork for the house offer. I managed to read about five pages of one of my library books, and then it was time to go to work. Busy, busy, busy.
I am going to complain about petty things about work now.
The first is that people keep unplugging the goddamned adapter for the goddamned headsets! They pull out the power plug or the DC adapter or, in tonight's case, BOTH. And tonight they did such a good job of pulling out every single wire that I couldn't get it working again. Ten years ago this wouldn't have been a big deal, but now it kind of is. I am very hard of hearing in my right ear thanks to the Menière's Disease, and so I have to hold the phone to my left ear in order to hear callers properly. I find it very hard to type and hold a regular receiver that way, and it actively hurts my neck to do so, not to mention that it's all very awkward. So it's literally an accessibility issue for me to be able to have the headset be functional when I'm at work. "Luckily," tonight I am working at a position that gets fewer phone calls, so I may be able to get away with not having a headset just for tonight.
My other complaint is a coworker, who is kind of getting on my nerves. He is, to put it politely, not super keen on actually working. Which, to be fair, I understand. I too am not super keen on having to come to the office and earn a paycheck every day. I'd much rather be independently wealthy. However, since capitalism insists that I need to put money in my bank account, I like to put in a good faith effort, and this man... does not. Now, it's possible he's just incompetent, but I find it hard to believe that everything he does is due simply to that. I don't think it's malice, but I do think there's a certain level of apathy to blame, here.
My main complaint this week requires a tiny bit of background. We work at typically three "desks" at work in our operations centre: the aviation desk, the "surface" desk, and the marine desk. The operator at each desk is meant to focus on transportation issues relating to the desk they're at, but to pick up the overflow as needed. Due to the configuration of the phone system, however, as well as how our internal reporting processes are designed, the aviation desk gets the most phone calls and also is where the phone rings first before cascading to the surface desk and then the marine desk in turn. So the person at aviation tends to be the busiest on any given shift.
Some context on shift work as well: we all work roughly the same shifts, but one person is usually designated as the "early" shift to ensure consistent coverage throughout the day, so that not everyone is logging out and logging in at the same time. The problem with this is that the "early" person leaving often hasn't been assigned to the same desk as the "early" person arriving, so the arriving person is supposed to log into that one station for an hour and then log into their assigned station an hour later.
My coworker is notorious for not wanting to switch desks when he's the early, particularly whenever he's been assigned to the aviation desk, and this happened to me a few times in the last few days, where he's told me that he won't move desks because "it's not worth it." So I've been stuck working the aviation desk multiple days in a row, answering the majority of phone calls. But because his assigned desk is aviation, he refuses to do any of the work for the desk I was assigned to, so I end up having to do his work and mine, which, frankly, sucks quite a lot. I'm still very new, and I am concerned about rocking the boat too hard when my contract is always up in the air, but if he continues to insist on not pulling his weight I'm going to have to put my foot down, and I haaaate doing that. This man is a good ten years my senior, and it's deeply annoying that he can't be an adult and just do his goddamned work and is making me be a "bad guy" and tell him to do his job.
Ugh.
Anyway, those are my petty complaints. Not super interesting, but it was nice to get it off my chest.
The new plan is to go to Costco after my current shift, and then try to get some sleep before I have to get up to medicate the chihuahua in the afternoon, and maybe check to see if my offer on the house was accepted.
I asked our real estate agent if there was a portal to Hell secretly located in the basement which would explain the low price, but alas, she is entirely devoid of humour, and didn't get the joke.
However, she agreed that the house was gorgeous (I did not mention friend-shaped, for the aforementioned lack of a sense of humour--she is a quintessential Boomer in the way the kids today refer to them) and would be a perfect fit for us. I think she also is kind of desperate for us to get into a house so she can finally get us off her client list. We've been diligently looking for a house since 2022, and while we have now made offers on four houses and had three accepted, we still had to withdraw all three accepted offers due to the condition of the houses upon inspection. The last house we made an offer on was in very good shape (the same as this one) and we got outbid in some way. There were multiple offers on that house, and I wasn't too optimistic about our chances.
In this case, we know that there is one other offer on the house, and given that there were apparently back-to-back showings today, I assume that there will be more than both our offers on the table tomorrow. I did make an offer a little above asking, but I am not in a position to be in a bidding war, and that offer will stretch our finances pretty thin, at least in the first year. So, we shall see if it works out.
KK and I have been joking about MANIFESTING the house. So, in the interests of ~manifestation~, I will put a few pictures of it behind a cut so you can see why it's friend-shaped. Bear in mind there was a very clever photographer who used either a special lens or performed a little bit of photoshop magic to make these rooms look much bigger than they are. They are of a perfectly decent size, but the photos make this house look like a mansion rather than the cozy little country house that it is.
So, yes. I am already getting attached to this house in spite of myself, because that's how I roll. I will be very disappointed and sad if we don't at least get a shot at this property.
And that was my evening.
As for the rest of the day, I had intended to go to Costco early yesterday morning after work to pick up a couple of things that we are lacking and which it would behoove us to get sooner rather than later. However, the caffeine withdrawal headache had morphed into a migraine overnight, and I belatedly remembered that I needed to put the recycling to the curb earlier rather than later, because the collection services tend to come early. They actually often come before 7am, so today I got lucky in that they had not come by 8:30 and I was able to get all of the boxes (today was paper recycling only) and the green bin outside in time.
I then took more acetaminophen and passed out until 3:30pm or so, when it was time to get up so we could get to the house viewing in time after KK was done with work. For the first time in something like fifteen years I ran out of deodorant today due to thinking I had a spare stashed under my bathroom sink when, in fact, I had none. Oops. KK was kind enough to stop by the store on our way to visit the house so I could run in and buy some, and I picked up some dill and a couple of other things I was missing, as well as a sandwich because the last time I'd eaten was 6am. Oops, again.
KK also had a migraine, so I assume it must be due to some weather system/barometric pressure issue going on. It definitely made for an interesting drive there and back, because we were driving in the dark, and we kept getting "stuck" behind road maintenance vehicles with brightly flashing red, blue, and yellow lights. Let me tell you, that is not the ideal situation when you have a migraine. Luckily we were both in good enough shape that we were able to soldier through, and it was well worth the trip to see the friend-shaped house.
We got home and uncooped the dogs (they have to be crated when we're not home for their safety and our sanity), and I signed all the virtual paperwork for the house offer. I managed to read about five pages of one of my library books, and then it was time to go to work. Busy, busy, busy.
I am going to complain about petty things about work now.
The first is that people keep unplugging the goddamned adapter for the goddamned headsets! They pull out the power plug or the DC adapter or, in tonight's case, BOTH. And tonight they did such a good job of pulling out every single wire that I couldn't get it working again. Ten years ago this wouldn't have been a big deal, but now it kind of is. I am very hard of hearing in my right ear thanks to the Menière's Disease, and so I have to hold the phone to my left ear in order to hear callers properly. I find it very hard to type and hold a regular receiver that way, and it actively hurts my neck to do so, not to mention that it's all very awkward. So it's literally an accessibility issue for me to be able to have the headset be functional when I'm at work. "Luckily," tonight I am working at a position that gets fewer phone calls, so I may be able to get away with not having a headset just for tonight.
My other complaint is a coworker, who is kind of getting on my nerves. He is, to put it politely, not super keen on actually working. Which, to be fair, I understand. I too am not super keen on having to come to the office and earn a paycheck every day. I'd much rather be independently wealthy. However, since capitalism insists that I need to put money in my bank account, I like to put in a good faith effort, and this man... does not. Now, it's possible he's just incompetent, but I find it hard to believe that everything he does is due simply to that. I don't think it's malice, but I do think there's a certain level of apathy to blame, here.
My main complaint this week requires a tiny bit of background. We work at typically three "desks" at work in our operations centre: the aviation desk, the "surface" desk, and the marine desk. The operator at each desk is meant to focus on transportation issues relating to the desk they're at, but to pick up the overflow as needed. Due to the configuration of the phone system, however, as well as how our internal reporting processes are designed, the aviation desk gets the most phone calls and also is where the phone rings first before cascading to the surface desk and then the marine desk in turn. So the person at aviation tends to be the busiest on any given shift.
Some context on shift work as well: we all work roughly the same shifts, but one person is usually designated as the "early" shift to ensure consistent coverage throughout the day, so that not everyone is logging out and logging in at the same time. The problem with this is that the "early" person leaving often hasn't been assigned to the same desk as the "early" person arriving, so the arriving person is supposed to log into that one station for an hour and then log into their assigned station an hour later.
My coworker is notorious for not wanting to switch desks when he's the early, particularly whenever he's been assigned to the aviation desk, and this happened to me a few times in the last few days, where he's told me that he won't move desks because "it's not worth it." So I've been stuck working the aviation desk multiple days in a row, answering the majority of phone calls. But because his assigned desk is aviation, he refuses to do any of the work for the desk I was assigned to, so I end up having to do his work and mine, which, frankly, sucks quite a lot. I'm still very new, and I am concerned about rocking the boat too hard when my contract is always up in the air, but if he continues to insist on not pulling his weight I'm going to have to put my foot down, and I haaaate doing that. This man is a good ten years my senior, and it's deeply annoying that he can't be an adult and just do his goddamned work and is making me be a "bad guy" and tell him to do his job.
Ugh.
Anyway, those are my petty complaints. Not super interesting, but it was nice to get it off my chest.
The new plan is to go to Costco after my current shift, and then try to get some sleep before I have to get up to medicate the chihuahua in the afternoon, and maybe check to see if my offer on the house was accepted.
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Date: 2025-02-05 02:58 pm (UTC)Unlike your coworker, who can go suck an egg. if you want to be bad at whatever you are doing that's mostly on you, but when you are pushing it on to other people, then you're an asshole.
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Date: 2025-02-06 05:19 am (UTC)