Not. Good.

[vanillafluffy]

The C's live in a very nice neighborhood. Unfortunately, this well-manicured prettiness is achieved with the aid of lawn services, one of which started before 8 this morning. I have said before and will say again that anyone who undertakes yard work with power tools before 9 AM (at the absolute earliest!) should be flayed with their own week whacker.

Did the misery end there?

Oh no, my darlings, it did not. At 8:30, just as I was getting settled down from the invasion of the chlorophyl avengers, somebody opened the front door with a key and came in.

The C's have a cleaning lady. She wasn't scheduled to come while they were on their cruise last year, so I didn't expect her this week---much less in the middle of the night. (8:30 IS the middle of the night in Fluffy World.) Their house is what I'd consider immaculate---granted, I am easy to please---and IMO not in need of three hours worth of servicing.

I escaped to Schnauzerland by way of Publix---they are all much too fucking cheerful at Publix at 9 AM, btw---and am going to try to catch a couple more hours of sleep before I have to jet to work.

STFU, world!

(Not youse guys, of course, because you're nice and civilized and wait in my inbox until I'm ready to face you/the day.)

Comments

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

They pull that crap in my bldg. all the time. Whenever there's some asshole with a leaf blower or lawnmower they ALWAYS start way too early. the leaf blowers are the worst. Lazy. What happened to rakes?

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

This is rarely a problem when I'm at home, since I'm in an average sort of blue-collar neighborhood, where weekend afternoons are THE time for yard maintanence. And there my bedroom is at the back of my house, so I have some shielding, unless they're right next door.

There's no place like home....

[socialhermit.livejournal.com]

Holy crap - they could've at least given you a warning that the cleaning lady would be arriving!

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

It would have been nice. As it was, I staggered out of bed, freaking out in Technicolor. I've lived alone for most of my adult life, and to have someone invade 'my' territory like that freaked me out, it really did. I threw on a raggedy old house dress, grabbed my bag and fled the house. She stayed out of the guest room completely, but everywhere else, I could see the path of intrusion.I have asked AI to please have her skip the next week I'm there---either that, or to come while I'm at work.