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I am not allowed nice things
Jun. 4th, 2025 09:04 pmI am having a bit of a Woe Is Me kind of day (or possibly week, or month), because it feels a little like death by a thousand paper cuts. Or corrugated cardboard cuts, maybe (yes, I have cut myself with corrugated cardboard in the past--it sucked).
The lawyer called me and told me they forgot to bill me for the Title Insurance, so I had to e-transfer them another $415.16. *sigh*
At work the workstation I was assigned had been reset, and so I spent much longer than I wanted to setting up all my accounts all over again, and then Outlook spent the entire day being an absolute pile of shit that refused to update. The only way I could get new emails was to close the application and re-open it, so in order not to miss any crucial updates on the wildfires I had to do that every ten minutes. It was extraordinarily annoying.
I drove to work with KK this morning, since she also had a later start to her day, and we drove home together and stopped by Canadian Tire so I could pick up a small box of kitchen garbage bags and compost bags, since ours are packed away in an unfindable box. *sob* I made another small grocery order which will hopefully see us through to next week, and we tentatively talked about weekend plans.
KK's friend H is coming by this weekend for a visit from Alberta. This has been planned for many months, and originally we were going to be reasonably settled in the new house, so it wasn't as big of a deal. Since we're now not remotely settled, I was hoping to get some help with packing up what's left of the house, but now that's not looking promising. KK and H are going on Sunday to a place called Parc Omega, which is a wildlife preserve/safari park in Québec, about an hour's drive away from here, and although I was originally meant to go with them, it's obvious that if I don't spend the weekend packing the house, we will never be ready in time, so they've given my ticket to a friend instead.
KK has informed me that she has decided to stay in H's hotel room because we don't have air conditioning in our bedrooms and it's too hot for her to sleep here. She says that H has volunteered to help us pack on Saturday, but I am not going to count on them for that, to be honest, because at this point KK's track record speaks for itself. I assume she and H will be sleeping in, so at least half the day will be gone, and then KK has promised to show H the new house, so that's several more hours that will be taken up in the afternoon and maybe the evening. So I think it's a fairly safe bet to say that I will, in fact, be packing up the house on my own. I can only hope that at some point in the next two weeks KK will actually pack up her own room and bathroom, but I am not her mother and I will not be nagging her about it.
I am starting to wonder if KK is secretly resenting me these days. Today I discovered that when she packed away the contents of one of the freezers into the freezing cooler for easier transportation, she didn't check to see whether it was properly plugged in/powered up, so all of the contents melted, mostly meat that I had packaged earlier as well as several packages of stuffed pasta (tortellini, ravioli, etc.). Naturally it was all mush and had to be thrown away, and that was several hundred dollars' worth of food that got wasted right there for no good reason. I also had to clean out the whole thing and disinfect it, because the meat had leaked blood that had pooled in a big puddle of grossness at the bottom of the cooler. KK is usually so careful about things that I'm having trouble seeing how this wasn't at least partly deliberate, or at least some form of weaponized incompetence. It's like everything she does lately is calculated to cost me as much money as possible, or force me to clean up her messes, or both. I probably should have checked the cooler myself to make sure it was properly plugged in, but it never occurred to me that I couldn't trust her to check it herself. She did say "sorry," but that was it, and I won't lie, I was at least hoping she'd help with the cleanup, but no. I had to do all of it by myself.
Anyway, I am frustrated and having a bit of a pity party. I will likely get over it in a day or two, because it's a very ugly side of my personality that I don't like at all.
It's time to call it a night and go to bed. I have another in-office day tomorrow, and since KK is working from home and I don't want to pay exorbitant parking fees, I'm going to take public transit to work, which means I need to get up early enough to get the bus.
Catch you on the flip side, friends!
The lawyer called me and told me they forgot to bill me for the Title Insurance, so I had to e-transfer them another $415.16. *sigh*
At work the workstation I was assigned had been reset, and so I spent much longer than I wanted to setting up all my accounts all over again, and then Outlook spent the entire day being an absolute pile of shit that refused to update. The only way I could get new emails was to close the application and re-open it, so in order not to miss any crucial updates on the wildfires I had to do that every ten minutes. It was extraordinarily annoying.
I drove to work with KK this morning, since she also had a later start to her day, and we drove home together and stopped by Canadian Tire so I could pick up a small box of kitchen garbage bags and compost bags, since ours are packed away in an unfindable box. *sob* I made another small grocery order which will hopefully see us through to next week, and we tentatively talked about weekend plans.
KK's friend H is coming by this weekend for a visit from Alberta. This has been planned for many months, and originally we were going to be reasonably settled in the new house, so it wasn't as big of a deal. Since we're now not remotely settled, I was hoping to get some help with packing up what's left of the house, but now that's not looking promising. KK and H are going on Sunday to a place called Parc Omega, which is a wildlife preserve/safari park in Québec, about an hour's drive away from here, and although I was originally meant to go with them, it's obvious that if I don't spend the weekend packing the house, we will never be ready in time, so they've given my ticket to a friend instead.
KK has informed me that she has decided to stay in H's hotel room because we don't have air conditioning in our bedrooms and it's too hot for her to sleep here. She says that H has volunteered to help us pack on Saturday, but I am not going to count on them for that, to be honest, because at this point KK's track record speaks for itself. I assume she and H will be sleeping in, so at least half the day will be gone, and then KK has promised to show H the new house, so that's several more hours that will be taken up in the afternoon and maybe the evening. So I think it's a fairly safe bet to say that I will, in fact, be packing up the house on my own. I can only hope that at some point in the next two weeks KK will actually pack up her own room and bathroom, but I am not her mother and I will not be nagging her about it.
I am starting to wonder if KK is secretly resenting me these days. Today I discovered that when she packed away the contents of one of the freezers into the freezing cooler for easier transportation, she didn't check to see whether it was properly plugged in/powered up, so all of the contents melted, mostly meat that I had packaged earlier as well as several packages of stuffed pasta (tortellini, ravioli, etc.). Naturally it was all mush and had to be thrown away, and that was several hundred dollars' worth of food that got wasted right there for no good reason. I also had to clean out the whole thing and disinfect it, because the meat had leaked blood that had pooled in a big puddle of grossness at the bottom of the cooler. KK is usually so careful about things that I'm having trouble seeing how this wasn't at least partly deliberate, or at least some form of weaponized incompetence. It's like everything she does lately is calculated to cost me as much money as possible, or force me to clean up her messes, or both. I probably should have checked the cooler myself to make sure it was properly plugged in, but it never occurred to me that I couldn't trust her to check it herself. She did say "sorry," but that was it, and I won't lie, I was at least hoping she'd help with the cleanup, but no. I had to do all of it by myself.
Anyway, I am frustrated and having a bit of a pity party. I will likely get over it in a day or two, because it's a very ugly side of my personality that I don't like at all.
It's time to call it a night and go to bed. I have another in-office day tomorrow, and since KK is working from home and I don't want to pay exorbitant parking fees, I'm going to take public transit to work, which means I need to get up early enough to get the bus.
Catch you on the flip side, friends!
