Things I found out today.

[green_dreams]

If I bike for 45 minutes in 33°C weather (that is 40 with the Humidex, or 104°F), then I can get alllll the way from our place to theweaselking's parents' place.

...eehhhheheheh.

*thump*

They have a pool...

Comments

[kookiemaster.livejournal.com]

You're crazy o_O

[torrain.livejournal.com]

But stunningly refreshed!

(Of course, now I'm sitting down with Gatorade and coffee, trying to figure out if my headache is dehydration or caffeine deprivation, because I can *never* tell the difference.)

[kookiemaster.livejournal.com]

And surprisingly lucky not to have caught a sun stroke. :P

[torrain.livejournal.com]

I figured that if I started feeling at all out of it I could lock up the bike someplace and take the bus/phone, and took advantage of work's absolutely-free-all-you-can-drink bottled water before heading out. (I'm weirdly well-hydrated during the work week, now that I think on't...)

I *do* realize it wasn't particularly smart[1], but I don't think I was *that* lucky.
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[1] Note to self: must acquire more non-black clothing. :P

[kookiemaster.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and sun stroke doesn't necessarily hit while you are exercising. I learned that at last year's race weekend. Biking for some 2.5h beside the boyfriend in sweltering heat ( have no clue how HE survived), on a black bike, black helmet, black shirt and black gloves and no sunscreen. By the time he was done and we made our way to a restaurant by body decided to just go bye bye all of a sudden.

[kakkoi-hakujin.livejournal.com]

You'll lose, like 5lbs just on the bike ride. keep it up!

[torrain.livejournal.com]

...sadly they also had strawberry shortcake with homemade shortcake and picked-two-days-ago strawberries.

But yes! Efforts will continue! (Next on the schedule: hiding bodies if my landlord continues to be an ass.)

[kookiemaster.livejournal.com]

*drools*

[torrain.livejournal.com]

She swears the recipe's easy. I need to get it from her. :)

[amazon-syren.livejournal.com]

OH, yummy!

<*discovers sudden hankering for strawberries and cream... and cake...*>

[torrain.livejournal.com]

The shortcake is absolutely an excuse to eat crushed strawberries and cream, it's true. :)

[kakkoi-hakujin.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with your landlord?

[torrain.livejournal.com]

A twenty-four hour notice that I got at 2:30 p.m. on Monday (the 11th), informing me that contractors will be coming in and out of the apartments (all the apartments) from 9:00 to 5:00, Tuesday through Friday, since (among other things) chunks of the walls need to be replaced.

Having no faith whatsoever in the landlord's ability to hire contractors who will be sufficiently careful of any stuff that needs to be moved (also, my stuff, insert territorial impulse here), call the property manager.

No answer. Stick around on Tuesday. Get through to her Tuesday morning; she promises to tell me when the contractors are scheduled to come in, and to find out what they are doing.

Tuesday afternoon, I go over to the office. Her first words: "Oh, I was supposed to call you, wasn't I?" I am assured that the contractors will be starting work in the basement on Wednesday.

Wednesday comes.
And passes.
And passes.
Eventually, I am informed that the contractors are working in an entirely different building today, and no, the property manager can't tell me what they're going to be doing in my apartment, or when they will be there. Because, you see, despite the landlord being told what to do by the Fire Marshal, and the landlord hiring the contractor and giving them instructions--which the property manager has, no less--the contractors are going to tell the property manager what needs to be done.

Sometime.

Thursday is more of same (have you noticed I'm not working during these days?), as I have now lost any faith whatsoever in the ability of this bint to determine when the contractors are coming, tell me what they will be doing, explain what if anything will need to be moved for them to do the work, or find her own ass with both hands despite the fact that she is apparently sitting on it. Light of my life went over to see her around noon and extracted a promise from her that she would go in with the contractors when they inspected the place and give me 24 hours notice on the work they were going to do.

Last week, the same: a Monday "24 hour" notice that people would be in Tuesday through Friday, 9:00 to 5:00.

(As of yet, no work done on the apartment.)

Tuesday after work, a notice of astonishing specificity, addressed to only the first-floor and basement tenants, asking that they clean out everything under the kitchen and bathroom sinks as the contractors would be coming in to do work under there. From 9:00 to 5:00. On Wednesday. Or Thursday. Or Friday. With notice to be delivered of requirements for other work.

The last two weeks have been reasonable, except for the goddamn lateness of the 24-hour notices, which really gets up my nose. The first week, however, has left me with a really uncharitable outlook towards the landbeast and co. I am waiting to come home and find out they've accidentally let one of the cats out.

[pyroofone.livejournal.com]

Have wood chipper and an SUV. Let me know if you need a hand.

[kakkoi-hakujin.livejournal.com]

Ouch