First of all, I spent parts of four nights working on a resume and fielding phone calls from her for a week with her wondering why I am in the grocery store when I have her work to do. I have written and rewritten this resume for about four years. It must have a new angle each time. I do get paid. The first time, I wrote it from scratch with a turn-around time of 24 hours and charged $35. She wrote me a check for $50. Then, Friday night, I finished and tried to email it to her. NO WAY! For hours I tried to figure out the problem.
The problem? I had saved it in "downloads." In the meantime, I had talked to the woman and had gotten numerous insults from her and her husband about my skills with the computer, time management, and how I had to redo the whole thing before I went to bed. Pardon me? You say I am so brilliant with words, brilliant with resumes, yet in the same diatribe I am an idiot and always have been. Somehow that is supposed to motivate me?
The husband at one point said, "Have you ever sent an email before?" I did not say one word. After about one minute, he started talking again and I asked him, quite innocently, "Are you trying to insult me?" Someone congratulate me on not telling him off with every insult I can muster. Someone congratulate me on not hanging up. Someone congratulate me for not just stopping working on the problem.
Exbf had been here all Friday after I had only four hours sleep. I had driven to a secret shopper job, worn myself to a frazzle after a night of too little sleep. Pressure translates into exhaustion for my body. It was not so years ago.
I went to bed about 10 pm or so Friday night and set the alarm to go somewhere on my Saturday agenda, not hers. I awoke early, sat down opened the computer and within thirty minutes and with a bit of logical thinking, figured out exactly where her blankety blank resume was hiding.
When I called her and told her I had emailed the resume and my price--$45--she could not be bothered because she was having a yard sale. grrrr Monday, a check will be waiting for me at her bank driveup window. I should make her send it to my Paypal and let it cost her so I won't have to spend one moment collecting my pay.
THEN, I had to go to the secret shopper job out of town.
As scheduled, Saturday a group from a church came to help me in the yard. I was going to have drink and goodies, but they rescheduled and came earlier than planned.
I have mixed feelings about this sight. It is so beautiful and so ugly. There is still vegetation between the fences. I am afraid I will resort to Roundup. Otherwise, the problem will be back in full force in two years. I instructed the guy to only cut what was over her fence into my yard. I did not want him to get me into trouble for removing her greenery. He shoved nothing over, just removed "my" part. See the green along the top of the fence? That is all hanging in the neighbors yard, the one who had the two chickens who kept visiting and eating all my hens' food and laying eggs in their nest.
Let me show you the problem.
Wisteria vines are ruining the chain link fence.
The vines will completely tear down the fence.
Beware wisteria vines!
Since they are between the fences, it is virtually impossible to remove them.
I tried valiantly 30 years ago.
Today, Sunday, I am trying to recover. The lawnmower, chain saw, and the wind yesterday have started my sinus problems again! But, the yard is in better shape. The guys promised someone would come every two weeks and mow.
To be able to take care of my yard by myself, just as I did before the knee injuries and back problems. I did it all even with fibromyalgia before the musculoskeletal problems.
I paced myself.
Do you have a problem area that was made into a problem by neighbors adding a structure and then leaving you holding the bag? Do you have wisteria that is, can, or might destroy a building or fence or other structure?