Family and Friends Are the Best

I took a three day weekend starting 11 March to see my sister Kim, who had had surgery, and my parents who were visiting Kim and her husband Don to help out post surgery.  It was really great to see everybody but a particular highlight was meeting up with Aunt Anita and Uncle Dean at the Trellis Restaurant in Williamsburg, VA.  Aunt Anita had had hip surgery two weeks prior and should have been resting for six weeks but as usual she was out and about active as ever.

We had a great and very extended lunch…about 3.5 hours.  The server and the restaurant accommodated us w/o complaint as they should have.  Business died down considerably after the lunch rush.  We relived old times  but mostly updated ourselves on recent times and Aunt Anita and Uncle Dene invited us, the Chase kids in the area, to get together with them in Richmond sometime in April.  I certainly hope that we can make that happen.

Here are a few pics from the luncheon:

Background Investigation Shenanigans

In the process of getting a  contract job and hopefully getting hired on to the company I am sub-contracted to I have had to go through four background investigations including one for a Public Trust clearance.  The first investigation was to get the job offer from the contractor.  The second was for the clearance.  The clearance, even as low as it is, required 15+ pages of information to be filled out.  You would think by the time I had done that, they would have had enough information and done enough investigating.

Yet when I applied for the full-time position, I had to fill out more paperwork for background investigation three.  Then, after accepting the job offer, the company had to do another background investigation.  Who is paying for all this BI BS?  To cap it off, the fourth investigating agency today asked me to provide a W-2 for the staffing agency I am currently working for…wait for it…at the company that wants to hire me?  Apparently they cannot verify that I actually work for for the staffing agency….

I Thought I Had Recycling Issues….

When I got home from work on Thursday, I noticed one of those huge tractor trailer sized dumpsters, one of those that they have on construction or demolition sites, in front of one of the adjacent apartment buildings.  The dumpster was overflowing with crap.  I noticed that both of the sliding glass doors were open in one of the second floor apartments.  I wondered if there had been a fire in an apartment.

Walking from my car to my building I saw a guy come out on the balcony of the apartment in a low-grade HAZMAT suit.  That freaked me  out so I popped into the management office to see if the would tell me what was going on.  Apparently, the apartment was trashed.

The apartment manager was freaked out.  He said it was the nastiest thing he had ever seen.  Apparently the renter was dink on his rent and the manager had been trying to get a hold of him for six weeks or so.  Residents of neighboring apartments had been complaining of bad smells.  The manager had to get a court order to enter the apartment.

Upon entry, they found a wasteland.  There were cats in the apartment unattended.  The renter had apparently left  plenty of food but the cats had run out of water and were nearly hysterical when the maintenance crew got water for them.  Of course the cats had to be taken away by Animal Services.  The maintenance crew then proceeded to haul 80 bags of garbage/trash out of the apartment the first day.

On day two, they called in a cleaning crew experienced in HAZMAT cleanup.  The cats had urinated and defecated all over the apartment.  There were flies and maggots all over including in the walls and floors.  They are having to tear everything out of the apartment including the walls, floors, cabinetry, appliances, etc.  And to cap it off, the bedroom was filled from ceiling to floor with bags of empty beer cans!  Recycling anyone?

Can’t Get Enough Air

Yesterday I woke in the wee hours just baking in bed.  I threw my comforter off  and managed to get back to sleep.  It was still warm when I got up.   Thermostat read 72.5 degrees.  Now, please understand that I set my thermostat at 63 degrees most of the time during the winter months.  I don’t mind the cold, save some money, and save the environment.  It was going to be a warm day for February so I opened up the sliding glass doors in my bedroom and dining area.  Nonetheless the temperature stayed at 72 degrees.

Since I have moved into my new smaller apartment, I have found that the doing laundry, particularly the drying aspect, raises the temperature in my apartment 3 to 4 degrees.  So I do laundry on weekend mornings to warm up my apartment rather than turn the heat up to 68 degrees, which is my weekend norm if I plan to be in house most of the day.  I had to do some laundry so the temperature crept up to about 75.  I was schvitzing.

The temperature had started to go back down a bit, not lower than 72 degrees though, by the time I headed out with my brother to get some growlers and spring rolls as our contribution toward the Super Bowl (can I say that?  Please don’t sue me) festivities.  I closed the apartment up at that time, eight hours after I had opened up the doors.

I watched the first half of the game at my sister’s house and then came home to watch the second half.  By then the temperature had gone back up a couple of degrees.  I send off a scathing rant to maintenance and left another on the apartment manager’s voice mail  After the game I was pretty tired so I hit the fartsac without paying too much attention to the temperature.  However, I woke up once again schvitzing in my flannel sheets.  When I got up, the temperature was at a steamy 76 degrees.

While I was working today, I thought that I must have sounded odd to the apartment maintenance staff and office personnel but when I got home, the temperature in my apartment was 80 degrees!  I immediately headed off to the rental office.  I figured, since I could  actually feel the warmth in spots on my tile floors in the bathroom and kitchen, that the maintenance office, which is below me and is a story for another time, had the heat maxxed out and suggested that to the manager.  They said they would check into but didn’t really seem to understand how screwed up the situation was.

Help me, I’m melting!

Trying to Get Air…and I Am Not Skiing

Looking at my left front tire after coming out of the grocery store today, I thought it was looking pretty low on air.  I figured I had better get some air in it before I went home.   I stopped at this one place I go to where you dial up the tire pressure on the pump, add air to your tire, and it beeps when your desired pressure has been reached.

There were two idiots in front of me trying to get air.  The first car took one kid with pants falling off his ass and an aging dude in white hair six minutes to fill up one tire on a Subaru wagon.  Considering it was a Subaru and all that I am glad they didn’t use a person powered bike pump to fill up the tire.   Good for the environment and all that…

The next airhead was in a van, skinny and older, wearing odd shoes and pants rolled up at the ankles.  He seemed to have some issues bending down to remove the caps from the tire valve.   He only did the left front and right rear tires for some odd reason and used a tire pressure gauge, despite the pressure reading functionality built into the pump, for the front tire but not the rear.  It took him about five minutes to accomplish this.

When it was at last my turn to get air, I topped off all four of my tires in less than two minutes.  Thankfully, the tire that I thought was inordinately low, was only down a pound or so.    In the meantime, two cars had backed up behind me.  I have never seen lines to get air except at ski areas.  Bottom line though, how hard is it to put air in your tires?

Some fun pictures from December.

Some fun pictures from December.

Happy Holidays!

I would like to wish a happy and safe holiday to all my family and friends.  I am with my sister Kim, her husband Don, three dogs, and a cat in the Virginia Tidewater area for Christmas.  I will miss being with the rest of my family who are in Northern Virginia, Alaska, Asia, and Europe but hopefully we will all be together for the holidays in the next couple years.  I am with them in spirit or maybe I am in the spirits…who knows.

Credit Card Company’s Dis Us Again

Here’s an interesting thing I found when trying to set up auto payments for my credit card bills.  They make it easy to set up the payments but both my cards have only two options.  You can pay the minimum monthly balance automatically or you can pay off the whole card.  I have not seen any options to, for example, pay your minimum balance plus an additional $100.

To me this seems like a great consumer option.  It apparently is considered to be a lousy option from the viewpoint of the credit card companies!

Alignment of the Planets

As you may know, I started a new job a bit ago after being unemployed for quite some time.  It is a contract three month temp to perm position where I have the chance of getting hired on with the company.  There are a series of dates involved with this position that I think are rather interesting.  I am thinking that maybe the planets are lining up for me.

  • October 11 – My mother’s birthday…first day on the job.
  • November 11 – Veteran’s Day…I spent ten years in the Navy…start of second month on the job.
  • December 11 – My first girlfriend’s birthday…start of third month on the job.
  • January 11 – My 50th birthday 1/11/11…would have been my grandfather’s 100th birthday, he was born 1/11/11…end of three month staffing contract on the job and potential for getting a permanent job with the company.

Come on planets…get your ducks in a row!  Not to mix my metaphors or anything…