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Non-Hell Hole Post (Sorta)

Other things happen in the world besides the Hell Hole... even though it feels like my entire summer was eaten by the Hell Hole... I was going to paint inside, but as my house was under "construction" for the entire summer (actually, maybe 4 hours total... the rest was the "threat" of construction), I was unable to get it done and have little or no time to do it now. Crud...

In the mean time... I took some vacation time, but the weather never cooperated with me. It rained at Charlie's cabin, so we didn't get to fish or take the jet skis out... but I love spending time with the family. If I close my eyes, I can hear Lucas saying "Michael... Michael..."

I also spent a few days in Mackinaw City, but it was cold... like 40 degrees on the lake, but was awesome watching the freighters get washed over with giant waves coming under the bridge. VERY cool... and I got to eat at my favorite restaurant (Scalawags! but not at Clyde's (Big C 1 lb burger... which sounds like it'd flatten me now)

I drove down to Indianapolis to see Dan, which was way cool because it was a place I have never been. Driving down I-69 is like... corny. REALLY corny. There's corn fields literally all the way down. There was a giant ear of corn in the capital building. It was HOT (99 degrees, 90% humidity), so it was abnormal weather. The papers said "Hottest Summer Ever" or something. I saw the Indy 500 Speedway... which is really quite impressive, but it's one of those things you don't realize how commercialized it is until you're there. I liked Dan's place, but he's already moved on to bigger and better positions in Virginia. I hope he has more luck there than in Indy (only 3 months in a job that required he move cross country. Wow.)

The rest of the summer... I watched the Tigers, and hoped they'd do it again... but now they've gone and blown it to the Frack Danged Indians of Cleve Land. Stupid Cleves... What do I have left now? The Lions? The Detroit Almost Dead Things? (the team is old enough to start thinking about adding fiber to their diets...) For a sports geek like me, it's sad and confusing?

I also lost one of my Aunt's (Aunt Norene) last month. I really worry for my Uncle Mike, who's one of the nicest people I know, and can only hope everything goes well for him, Frankie, Cathy and Genie.

The biggest part of the summer to me was Chris and Kim's pursuit of Parentdom. I am in awe of what they have to go through right now to be parents. The strength it must take to subside through this (with all the other obstacles life brings, like leaky roofs) is amazing. I constantly wish there was something I could do to help, but it's all about the baby.

They will bring home a son from Russia, hopefully SOON, and I will be one of those disgusting uncles who spoils the crap out of his nephew. That kid will come home to more toys and clothes than most people have their entire lives.

Now the fall is coming...
I hope the baby arrives in great shape and ready to be spoiled.
I hope I have a nice fall vacation.
I hope I can deploy 18 new computers at work without major incident.
I hope my friend Jeannine recovers from cancer and returns to work. I miss her singing "Good Morning, Michael" so I can sarcastically ask "Is it?"
I hope all my family, friends, and the whole world make every day better than the last for all of us.
As long as I can say 'I hope' and mean it... there's hope.


The Hellhole NEVER ends

It never EVER ends... it never goes away...

The pain the pain the pain.

I came home from my parents house on Wednesday night, and found that they had finally finished painting the front door. Of course, they did this COMPLETELY WITHOUT PERMISSION... which means they opened my door, and went into my house WITHOUT PERMISSION.

I quickly realized I could NOT FIND MY CAT (FARGO)! I became extremely upset, went into a little hyperspaz, quick breathing thing with adrenaline smashing into me... I was freaking out. I ran out the front door, expecting to be spending the next few hours running around the area screaming "FARGO!" and turned around... and there was Fargo, hiding under the porch steps.

Pathetic or not, I almost cried in my freaked out state. I grabbed Fargo, who was perfectly content to be picked up outside (and the last time I picked him up after he escaped at my parents, I bled). He was shaking, and clearly freaked out of his fur. I got him inside, and he looked up at me and meowed. I just sat down and breathed for a little bit... then composed a lovely complaint to the condo association. I considered going to the Police station and filing a B&E report, but I knew the condo assoc probably felt I'd given them permission to enter by asking them to finish the damn painting...

I am now completely, totally, illogically, ridiculously fed up. I have been entirely professional and extremely patient in dealing with all this stuff this summer. My entire summer is a series of screw ups by the condo association... they put holes in my water pipes, the put nails in my electrical and refuse to fix it, they spend over 2 months fixing the holes in the wall that shouldn't have taken more than a week to do... and they spent almost a month putting aluminum siding on a place that's barely 950 sq ft! I pay $250/mo for THIS?????

I don't know what to do now. I feel so completely lost and confused... and completely without any way to defend myself. I have to sit here and take this. THEY BROKE INTO MY HOUSE, DAMMIT! I just changed the locks on my house as a result of this situation. I see no need to allow them any access into my home if they won't even admit they entered without permission or emergency. They completely side stepped when I pointed out no one had asked to enter my house yesterday... and told me the Supervisor for the painters would be at my house to investigate the issue BUT SAID SUPERVISOR NEVER SHOWED UP... I have no legal recourse, do I? These people have the right to stomp all over me because... what? Why? I don't get it. I am SO unhappy with this place right now, and it has nothing to do with the "condo" itself and EVERYTHING to do with the complete and total failure of the Management Company to TREAT ME LIKE A HUMAN BEING, deserving of timely service and respect. If I treated people like this... my boss would fire my ass so fast, my ass would fall off.

Why is it so hard to be treated with respect? Why the hell is ANYONE allowed to run a business like this? Is it just ME? Am I doing something wrong that causes them to treat me like this? Is there something about me being patient and professional that immediately causes them to treat me in the exact opposite fashion? What am I doing wrong? Should I even be asking myself that question? Is it really so horrible to contact me and say "Hi, we're going to paint your door today at 3pm." Well, of course it is... I'm DEAF and it's SO FREAKING HARD to CALL MY WORK to LEAVE A MESSAGE!??!?! OR EVEN AN EMAIL! My GOSH, it's SOoOOooO hard!

I'm totally, utterly confused. This summer doesn't even make sense in reality... my sense of reality is turning upside down and inside out. It's like... why should I even bother to be nice to anyone anymore? Obviously, nice guys DO finish last, and nice guys get treated like crap, stomped on, and used as toilet paper. Having said all this...I don't think I can change that part of me. I'm always going to be nice... which apparently means that people will always be kicking me and using me as their own personal lavatory. And that's just not right. Doesn't anyone care about what's RIGHT anymore?

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