Not having a good day. Started alright. Remarkably well actually – Hell-stra – everyone’s favourite phone and cable company actually arrived on time and did an efficient and fast install allowing me to get to work quite quickly. I got squid working for some caching stuff I am experimenting with. Then it all went to shit.
The real estate agent calls me to say that the fucking real estate pricks who sold the place next door and who are selling another place two doors down (in competition to our place) are telling people our house isn’t structurally sound. Which is total and utter bullshit and I have the fucking building reports to prove it. This other mob nagged us for weeks about using them to sell our house. Eventually as a result of them not leaving us alone we decided to go with anyone other than them. So this is obviously sour grapes time. Real estate agents are such maggots.
Arghh. Angry, tense, teeth clenched and stomach ulcers about to go into overdrive. Want to drive by their offices and machine gun them. Thinking of using the bad word starting with c that I hate using to describe them. Blagh. Too angry to type.