* The AC is still broken, which does not surprise me. I mean, it's only been three weeks and three repair companies. Fortunately we have window units, because The South does not fuck around when it comes to summer heat.
* The Lowes gift card I bought for less than face value from eBay arrived, and with that, the $50 gift card from a generous blog reader, eBates (2% cash back), and a holiday savings coupon code that took $200 off the purchase price of the washing machine and included free delivery and haul-away, the total amount we just paid for a brand-new washing machine (the same model as the old one, which served my household well through nine years of heavy usage, including Little Child's vomiting years) was $553.99. Which is both an excellent deal and HOLY JAYSUS a lot of money. I decided to buy new rather than go through Craigslist because a) I really like and trust the brand, and wanted another of the same, b) over the years I have learned how to conduct numerous minor repairs on this model, of the "it ate a sock, now what?" and "something is wrong with the hose/gasket/balance" variety, c) I wanted the warranty that comes along with a new appliance, and d) the free delivery/haul-away was key, since Hotter can only lift about fifty pounds at most and, while I CAN lift over one hundred pounds, I have a bad back and an ancient minivan and shit luck in general.
* My fork-wound appears to be healing well, which is a relief. I really didn't want to a) cost Eclecstasy any money in Worker's Comp claims, because I want to be with the company long-term and therefore feel invested in its success or b) have to take any antibiotics, because I feel like my body is just now getting back to normal after the whole pneumonia debacle. It's been oozing some, which a nurse I spoke to about the incident as part of the reporting process said was to be expected given the depth of the wounds, but is not red or hot or draining anything of an alarming color. I've been keeping triple antibiotic ointment and a waterproof bandage on it.
* MFA Landlord finally cashed last month's rent check, which is a relief, because I was concerned they were going to try and claim we hadn't paid the rent. They cashed this month's check at the same time, but then last night Mrs. Landlord e-mailed me and was like "the check was for less than the rent, please pay the rest before Friday." So I e-mailed her back and was like "yes, that is because the toilet wasn't fixed until mid-way through June, plus I had to buy some parts for the plumber out of pocket in order the get the repairs done in one shot, and I had your husband's WRITTEN permission to deduct for those things." She replied today saying that I had had permission for only one deduction, not two, and I only paid $550 last month and therefore needed to give her more money this month. I said yes, well, since the non-working toilet spanned multiple months, it wasn't possible to deduct for all of the time we were without indoor plumbing on one check, the amount of last month's rent check was actually $704, and also the wording of the written permission said nothing about number of deductions, so no, no more money. Lawyer friends of mine on the Facespace tell me that cashing the checks amounted to approval of the deductions in the eyes of the law, so I'm not overly concerned, but I'm hoping this concludes the back-and-forth of "GIVE US MOAR MONEY!" "No." "YES!" "No." I find it tiresome.
* Remember when I first started at Eclecstasy, and had a really hard time pulling together my uniform components? Someone from the innernet sent me a couple of shirts from Amazon, which per the reviews ran small, but barely closed over my boobs BEFORE I gained a bunch of weight from the month of steroids due to the pneumonia debacle. As soon as I could afford different shirts I bought ones that didn't have a button-gap over the boobs, because while I wear undershirts and my tie covers that anyway, I didn't like having to wrestle buttons. Someone at work who is smaller than I am is going through a hard time right now and was told that she needed to get a new shirt, as her old one was stained and worn. So I washed, starched, and ironed those shirts, and "paid forward" the shirt karma, which made me feel good. Yay, paying it forward!
* How are all of YOU?