Wednesday waiting

It's already Wednesday, which is strange cos it feels like a Tuesday.  Thankfully it's a Wednesday, means we're closer to the weekend!

Nothing has (so far) come of my email to the bosses.  I've managed to ignore her the whole of Friday, Monday, Tuesday and today, as much as is possible.  She did, however, inform me yesterday (past 4pm) that the following morning (today) she will be going to the traffic dept to fetch her license.  Thanks, bitch for giving me ample warning... but anyway, I did my time, she came in earlier than 10:30 (her approximate time of arrival), but I don't believe her story of going to the traffic dept.  Dunno, she's a bitch and she cries wolf "being sick" and going to see the doctor when she has an interview, for eg.  Anyway, yesterday she whined at everyone that she had a stomach bug, and she came to work this morning carrying a large brownpaper pharmacy packet... so I dunno, hey.  I smell something that smells like bullshit.

Yesterday evening, after having a ROUGH day (both me and G had crap days), we got home to... the brat next door blowing a happy-new-year style tweeter.  What... the... fuck... is... WRONG WITH THOSE PEOPLE?!??!?!  What in all hell makes them think that it's FINE to do stuff like that?  He was standing out in their garden, tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeting the fucking thing at his mother who was inside the house.  And then he'd run indoors to tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet at her, and then run outside again.  What... the fuck.  Seriously, in a COMPLEX/COMMUNAL type residential set up, oh and I suspect that they have a vuvuzela too, because we heard THAT a couple of times TOO.  The problem is, we can't yell out the window every single time they make a noise, because they make noise ALL THE TIME!!  And no, it's not us being 'triggered' by noises, they just ARE noisy assholes who don't give a fuck.

I sincerely wish the other brats in the complex would see some sense.  Since they (and their moo mother who should tell them not to) don't 'see' the logic of NOT PLAYING in the driveway, the only solution I see is for one of her MANY (wtf, is she a wannabe Duggar or something?!) brats to be involved in an 'accident'*.  I wish someone would accidentally, gently knock her kid over with one of their 'PRECIOUS' cars, so that the obvious would be made, well, obvious!  You DON'T PLAY WHERE CARS DRIVE!  But the big flaw in that 'lesson' is that the driver of the car would be blamed and everything would be THEIR fault, of COURSE it wouldn't be the brat or their mother at fault!

Anyway, G and I are both feeling the 'lack' of point of having this 'wonderful' home with garden+windows+carport and everything, if we can't even enjoy it, despite paying the rent for it.  Out of curiosity, I looked online to see if there were any places out there, but they're all terrible and majorly expensive, so I guess all we can do is stick it out until we move and we can get a small FREESTANDING home on its OWN PLOT/ERF.

I'm comforted by the fact that it's not just me who feels this way, but it sucks to have to stick around for an uncertain length of time because we just don't know when we'll get the visa.  A person sometimes just wishes for a bit of peace and quiet at home after a SHITTY DAY AT THE OFFICE but it seems an impossible piece of heaven that no one is entitled to.

*  I don't wish horrible accidents on anyone, but sometimes there's just this extreme need for a bit of commonsense reinforcement.  Call it karma?  Or maybe 'carma' HARDYHAR!!!!