TK8103 and KG
123 Fake St
Abington, MA
Re: Trees located on the property at 123 Fake Street Abington, MA
Dear TK and KG,
As you are aware, the trees bordering the property at the HD playground are in need either of removal or cutting back. We realize you have been cooperative with our Sexton, BC, in the past and we will gladly help in any way we can to remedy this situation.
Our first concern, of course, is that this is the play area for the nursery school and soon the children will want to come out to play and we can not safely allow this due to the current amount of limbs, both small and large, that have been dropping. Please call one of us at your earliest convenience to talk over the situation.
Thank you for your continued cooperation.
The Trustees of the
United Followers of Some Bearded Guy in Abington
Umm, go right ahead and remove the offending limbs, my friends.
To be fair, I went out and took a look at the trees in question as soon as I read the letter. There are 4 rather large trees bordering the property. One is dead, and looks to have dropped some sizable limbs. Another one is half dead, and in need of removal. I had actually been thinking about taking all 4 down at some point, as they are old and gnarly, and ripping the shit out of my little stone wall.
The folks at the church next door have been nice enough, and I appreciate their concern. Hell, I share it. If my precious snowflakes went to their daycare, I wouldn't want tree limbs falling on them either. I don't really anticipate a problem here, except for one thing. The trees are friggin huge. Half the cutting will need to be done on their side. It's either going to be a joint effort (which I'm all for), or we're going to have to split the cost of a tree removal service.
I noted to KG tonight that tree limbs only really fall in bad weather, when kids would not be outside playing anyway.
Whatever. We'll see how this develops.
Showing posts with label Asshole Neighbors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asshole Neighbors. Show all posts
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Random bits
The upstairs neighbors, whom I despise, took a walk through of our apartment yesterday. Seems they might be moving down here when we move out.
I'm sorely tempted to leave some unpleasant surprises for them. The only thing stopping me, sadly enough, is that the dick upstairs is a roofer, and I can probably get a decent price out of him to at least fix the leak in our new roof.
The whole family ventured out today for some shopping ahead of the deadly storm headed our way. I ended up with a 250GB external hard drive, my very own "Easy" button, and a $2 thermal undershirt. What fun we have.
Oh, I also got a fairly nasty cut on my right ring finger. We had a cheap plastic Chinese kid's chair. My mother in law sat on it this weekend and discovered it wasn't designed to hold a full sized adult. The damn thing shattered, and let me tell you, those pieces were razor sharp. I took it out to the trash, broke a piece off in my hands, and didn't notice the gash in my finger until i went to light a smoke and saw my hand was covered in blood.
Needless to say, we won't be replacing that.
Tomorrow is back to work. My cube mate is off for the week, so it's going to be another overwhelmingly, painful, soul sucking week.
Woohoo.
I'm sorely tempted to leave some unpleasant surprises for them. The only thing stopping me, sadly enough, is that the dick upstairs is a roofer, and I can probably get a decent price out of him to at least fix the leak in our new roof.
The whole family ventured out today for some shopping ahead of the deadly storm headed our way. I ended up with a 250GB external hard drive, my very own "Easy" button, and a $2 thermal undershirt. What fun we have.
Oh, I also got a fairly nasty cut on my right ring finger. We had a cheap plastic Chinese kid's chair. My mother in law sat on it this weekend and discovered it wasn't designed to hold a full sized adult. The damn thing shattered, and let me tell you, those pieces were razor sharp. I took it out to the trash, broke a piece off in my hands, and didn't notice the gash in my finger until i went to light a smoke and saw my hand was covered in blood.
Needless to say, we won't be replacing that.
Tomorrow is back to work. My cube mate is off for the week, so it's going to be another overwhelmingly, painful, soul sucking week.
Woohoo.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Shit for shitheads
As in neighbors.
I don't think I've made any secret about how much I hate the muther fuckin trailer trash asswipes who live upstairs from us.
So, today is trash day. Yesterday, the idiot upstairs was making a lot of banging oise out on the deck above our porch. Seems he got the bright idea of putting down astro turf on his deck. So he's hammering in staples to keep it down. Seeing as it was Trash Day Eve, I decided to empty both diaper genies. I threw both piles of diapres onto the porch with the intention of putting them in the barrel after I collected the rest of the trash.
A few minutes later, I went out on the porch to have a smoke. As I'm standing over the ripening bags of diapers, I hear the ass upstairs yell: "Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that shit ass diaper smell? God, that smells!"
I chuckled to myself and decided to leave the bags sitting there until much later that night. Funny, they didn't hang out grilling on their deck last night.
I don't think I've made any secret about how much I hate the muther fuckin trailer trash asswipes who live upstairs from us.
So, today is trash day. Yesterday, the idiot upstairs was making a lot of banging oise out on the deck above our porch. Seems he got the bright idea of putting down astro turf on his deck. So he's hammering in staples to keep it down. Seeing as it was Trash Day Eve, I decided to empty both diaper genies. I threw both piles of diapres onto the porch with the intention of putting them in the barrel after I collected the rest of the trash.
A few minutes later, I went out on the porch to have a smoke. As I'm standing over the ripening bags of diapers, I hear the ass upstairs yell: "Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that shit ass diaper smell? God, that smells!"
I chuckled to myself and decided to leave the bags sitting there until much later that night. Funny, they didn't hang out grilling on their deck last night.
Monday, May 08, 2006
That there is some funny shit
This morning when KG and I got back from her doctor's appointment (she has a bladder infection. Fun.), I noticed an envelope in the front hall addressed to our upstairs neighbor. It was from National Grid. I didn't think much of it, other than it seemd odd to me that a utility company would hand deliver a letter (read no stamp, handwritten addressee.)
A little later I went out to run some errands. KG was home resting, and Dick (the upstairs redneck) knocked on the door. He wanted to know if we had power.
We did.
He stated that they had lost their power. Then he corrected himself. Their power had been turned off because they haven't paid for it.
He told KG that he had discovered that all the lights in the basement and in the hallways are on their bill. Dick went on to say that it wasn't fair, and he was going to call the landlord, since their bill has been $300 a month.
KG has an eternal mechanism that I do not. It stops her from opening her mouth and causing trouble. Mind you, it doesn't always work, and often time she over rides it. Point being, she actually has one. So, she didn't say anything. She kept any witty remarks to herself. Just as well, since wit would be lost on this pleib.
Here's the rub. We used to live upstairs. We never, ever paid anywhere near $300 a month for electricity. Why? because we didn't leave every friggin light in the basement on for weeks at a stretch. Since these jackasses moved in, I've been the one going into the basement in the middle of the night to shut the lights off. When I close down the house for the night, I can see the basement lights shining through the floorboards. I usually shut the hall lights off as well. Shit for brains (and that goes for the entire family) leave the lights on every time they go down there. They also do laundry every day, all day and all night.
I don't know what Dick expects the landlord to do anyhow. The house is wired the way it is wired. Not much can be done to change that. It certainly isn't our problem. Well... it's our problem in so far as there are now no lights in the basement, and I actually do need to go through some of the boxes I put down there. Plus, we're getting a dryer, so now I'll be doing laundry down there as well.
Not to mention the fact, should Dick be thinking we owe him money, that this same shithead had his washing machine hooked up to our hot water heater since they moved in (recently disconnected when the fuse for the heater blew and the landlord pointed out to him who it belonged to). Which means we have been paying to do their fucking laundry for 7 months.
All I can do is laugh. Tonight it is dead quiet and very, very dark up there. I don't think they were even smart enough to buy some candles. They are home, I can hear Dick's friggin nextel walkie-talkie squawking. But they are sitting in pitch dark with no TV or stereo.
I said ha-ha.
A little later I went out to run some errands. KG was home resting, and Dick (the upstairs redneck) knocked on the door. He wanted to know if we had power.
We did.
He stated that they had lost their power. Then he corrected himself. Their power had been turned off because they haven't paid for it.
He told KG that he had discovered that all the lights in the basement and in the hallways are on their bill. Dick went on to say that it wasn't fair, and he was going to call the landlord, since their bill has been $300 a month.
KG has an eternal mechanism that I do not. It stops her from opening her mouth and causing trouble. Mind you, it doesn't always work, and often time she over rides it. Point being, she actually has one. So, she didn't say anything. She kept any witty remarks to herself. Just as well, since wit would be lost on this pleib.
Here's the rub. We used to live upstairs. We never, ever paid anywhere near $300 a month for electricity. Why? because we didn't leave every friggin light in the basement on for weeks at a stretch. Since these jackasses moved in, I've been the one going into the basement in the middle of the night to shut the lights off. When I close down the house for the night, I can see the basement lights shining through the floorboards. I usually shut the hall lights off as well. Shit for brains (and that goes for the entire family) leave the lights on every time they go down there. They also do laundry every day, all day and all night.
I don't know what Dick expects the landlord to do anyhow. The house is wired the way it is wired. Not much can be done to change that. It certainly isn't our problem. Well... it's our problem in so far as there are now no lights in the basement, and I actually do need to go through some of the boxes I put down there. Plus, we're getting a dryer, so now I'll be doing laundry down there as well.
Not to mention the fact, should Dick be thinking we owe him money, that this same shithead had his washing machine hooked up to our hot water heater since they moved in (recently disconnected when the fuse for the heater blew and the landlord pointed out to him who it belonged to). Which means we have been paying to do their fucking laundry for 7 months.
All I can do is laugh. Tonight it is dead quiet and very, very dark up there. I don't think they were even smart enough to buy some candles. They are home, I can hear Dick's friggin nextel walkie-talkie squawking. But they are sitting in pitch dark with no TV or stereo.
I said ha-ha.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Help me Jeebus
Since it seems to be such an overwhelmingly difficult concept for some people to grasp, I'm going to spell out, in plain English, some of the more basic policies that the VNAB operates on.
Medicare pays us by 60 day episodes. Every 60 days, a patient needs to be recertified in order for us to continue billing, and thus get paid, by Medicare.
If a patient should be in the hospital on day 60, they have to be discharged and re-admitted when they get out of the hospital.
End of fucking story.
It's a pretty simple concept. In the hospital on day 60, re-admit. Apparently, the good folks in CI can't grasp this concept. It causes a lot of problems. It makes me mad. What would take them 30 seconds to determine if they weren't too god damn lazy to check takes me upwards of 10 hours TO FIX.
Start of Care means just that. The date we started caring for someone. The start date of an admission. And by start, I mean begininning. Now, when CI gets a referral, they put a SOC date in, usually the same date as the referral. So, when Clinician A sees the patient for the first time, they often have to change the Start of Care date to match the day they started caring for the patient. Seeing as it's a start date, it should be the first visit.
So, if you pull up a patient's record, and the SOC that is on the record is from last year, and there are lots of visits already in there, you probably have the wrong episode. What should you do?
Change the SOC date? NO!
Seriously. I know it's my job to fix mistakes, but let's use a little common fucking sense. I'm really getting sick of dealing with idiotic mistakes that wreck all kinds of havoc. Use your fucking brains, people. Please!
In other news, Curb Your Enthusiasm is back. It's long overdue.
I called the landlord when I got home from work today. Our bedroom wall is leaking. The ceiling has water stains all over it, and water was flowing out of the baseboard, all over a pile of my clothes and our boxspring. The landlord didn't seem too phased, and called back to tell me the guy upstairs would start replacing the roof.
All well and good, except that the freaking deck he put on is still not done. I'm pretty sure it's a reasonable expectation of renters that water will not flow out of your bedroom walls. I could be wrong. Add to that the beetles which are suddenly all over the living room, and the asbestos siding all over the yard, and you've got one unhappy tenant. I don't know what to do. I want out of this shit hole, but we're not ready to buy yet, and I really don't want to rent another apartment.
What to do. I just sent an email to the Weymouth Board of Health, so we'll have to wait and see what develops from that.
Medicare pays us by 60 day episodes. Every 60 days, a patient needs to be recertified in order for us to continue billing, and thus get paid, by Medicare.
If a patient should be in the hospital on day 60, they have to be discharged and re-admitted when they get out of the hospital.
End of fucking story.
It's a pretty simple concept. In the hospital on day 60, re-admit. Apparently, the good folks in CI can't grasp this concept. It causes a lot of problems. It makes me mad. What would take them 30 seconds to determine if they weren't too god damn lazy to check takes me upwards of 10 hours TO FIX.
Start of Care means just that. The date we started caring for someone. The start date of an admission. And by start, I mean begininning. Now, when CI gets a referral, they put a SOC date in, usually the same date as the referral. So, when Clinician A sees the patient for the first time, they often have to change the Start of Care date to match the day they started caring for the patient. Seeing as it's a start date, it should be the first visit.
So, if you pull up a patient's record, and the SOC that is on the record is from last year, and there are lots of visits already in there, you probably have the wrong episode. What should you do?
Change the SOC date? NO!
Seriously. I know it's my job to fix mistakes, but let's use a little common fucking sense. I'm really getting sick of dealing with idiotic mistakes that wreck all kinds of havoc. Use your fucking brains, people. Please!
In other news, Curb Your Enthusiasm is back. It's long overdue.
I called the landlord when I got home from work today. Our bedroom wall is leaking. The ceiling has water stains all over it, and water was flowing out of the baseboard, all over a pile of my clothes and our boxspring. The landlord didn't seem too phased, and called back to tell me the guy upstairs would start replacing the roof.
All well and good, except that the freaking deck he put on is still not done. I'm pretty sure it's a reasonable expectation of renters that water will not flow out of your bedroom walls. I could be wrong. Add to that the beetles which are suddenly all over the living room, and the asbestos siding all over the yard, and you've got one unhappy tenant. I don't know what to do. I want out of this shit hole, but we're not ready to buy yet, and I really don't want to rent another apartment.
What to do. I just sent an email to the Weymouth Board of Health, so we'll have to wait and see what develops from that.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
You got my cheeze wiz, boy?
Another weekend comes to an end, and as usual it feels way too soon. This weekend mainly consisted of KG and I taking turns sleeping. It's been a stressful week, and it kind of caught up with us.
Our new neighbors are a bit odd. They finally moved in, but they have a couch, a chair and a pool table out in the yard still. Last weekend we overheard someone upstairs talking about buying a house and getting rid of "them". We've been assuming that meant us. Our landlord is away on vacation, so I haven't been able to confirm or deny any rumors of pending sales.
We have a one year lease that we just signed, so by right we should be OK until that expires. It's the pooltable in the yard that was making me nervous. I don't imagine that's a long term storage plan.
The other thing with these people is they are either doing or talking about major renovations. New cabinets, decks, etc, etc. Doesn't sound like something a renter does.
Well, I overheard them in the yard today, and managed to confirm that they are NOT in the process of buying this place. Thinking about it, planning it? Yes. But it's not in the works. I'm guessing they've made some sort of arrangement with the landlord. Renovations for rent, or something like that. As soon as the llord gets back, him and I are going to have a chat.
The other thing that has been bothering me about these new folks is how they've taken over the whole property. I brought 3 pallets down into the freshly cleaned out basement so we could store some shit down there. I went down yesterday, new neighbors have filled the basement with their shit, and they used my pallets. Not a big thing, but enough to rankle me. They've taken over the whole yard, except for our shitty stretch, and I discovered their washing machine hooked up to our electricity and our hot water.
So... one of two things will be happening in the near future. Either KG and I get aggressive and move on buying this place ourselves (and then kick their asses out), or we start shopping for a new home. And that means house. Either way, we're going to have to end up buying a house.
God damn adulthood and it's responsibilities.
Our new neighbors are a bit odd. They finally moved in, but they have a couch, a chair and a pool table out in the yard still. Last weekend we overheard someone upstairs talking about buying a house and getting rid of "them". We've been assuming that meant us. Our landlord is away on vacation, so I haven't been able to confirm or deny any rumors of pending sales.
We have a one year lease that we just signed, so by right we should be OK until that expires. It's the pooltable in the yard that was making me nervous. I don't imagine that's a long term storage plan.
The other thing with these people is they are either doing or talking about major renovations. New cabinets, decks, etc, etc. Doesn't sound like something a renter does.
Well, I overheard them in the yard today, and managed to confirm that they are NOT in the process of buying this place. Thinking about it, planning it? Yes. But it's not in the works. I'm guessing they've made some sort of arrangement with the landlord. Renovations for rent, or something like that. As soon as the llord gets back, him and I are going to have a chat.
The other thing that has been bothering me about these new folks is how they've taken over the whole property. I brought 3 pallets down into the freshly cleaned out basement so we could store some shit down there. I went down yesterday, new neighbors have filled the basement with their shit, and they used my pallets. Not a big thing, but enough to rankle me. They've taken over the whole yard, except for our shitty stretch, and I discovered their washing machine hooked up to our electricity and our hot water.
So... one of two things will be happening in the near future. Either KG and I get aggressive and move on buying this place ourselves (and then kick their asses out), or we start shopping for a new home. And that means house. Either way, we're going to have to end up buying a house.
God damn adulthood and it's responsibilities.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Who are the people in your neighborhood?
Friggin wack jobs, if you live in mine.
Yesterday when I got home from work, I noticed that the hedges along the neighbors fence had been cut down. Sawed right at the roots. I thought it was weird, and a little irksome, since I spent a whole weekend weeding them and pulling out vines so they could grow proper this year.
Whatever, it's not my yard.
Anyhow, I put it out of mind. This morning, I was poking around the basement when I heard a knock at the door. It was the cops.
Seems someone made a call about the hedges. Wasn't me, and I figured the landlord hacked them down, though the cop said the call came from our address. Even odder.
The landlord shows up. Turns out, he didn't cut them down. The crazy hag next door paid her landscaper to cut down hedges on our yard! All so she can sit and watch our yard and windows, and call the DPH and complain whenever she can.
Nice. I can't get over the fact she had someone cut down bushes on someone elses property!
I haven't decided yet whether I'm going to do crazy walks and singing in the yard during the day, or paint a giant "FUCK YOU!" on the side of the house in glow in the dark paint.
Speaking of paint... all the walls are done. The living room and baby's room are finished. All that's left is trim, and then we can move in. Woohoo!
Yesterday when I got home from work, I noticed that the hedges along the neighbors fence had been cut down. Sawed right at the roots. I thought it was weird, and a little irksome, since I spent a whole weekend weeding them and pulling out vines so they could grow proper this year.
Whatever, it's not my yard.
Anyhow, I put it out of mind. This morning, I was poking around the basement when I heard a knock at the door. It was the cops.
Seems someone made a call about the hedges. Wasn't me, and I figured the landlord hacked them down, though the cop said the call came from our address. Even odder.
The landlord shows up. Turns out, he didn't cut them down. The crazy hag next door paid her landscaper to cut down hedges on our yard! All so she can sit and watch our yard and windows, and call the DPH and complain whenever she can.
Nice. I can't get over the fact she had someone cut down bushes on someone elses property!
I haven't decided yet whether I'm going to do crazy walks and singing in the yard during the day, or paint a giant "FUCK YOU!" on the side of the house in glow in the dark paint.
Speaking of paint... all the walls are done. The living room and baby's room are finished. All that's left is trim, and then we can move in. Woohoo!
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Ewwwww
So, I broke down and actually started doing some work downstairs. Honestly, I am not the neatest person in the world. Our apartment has quite a bit of clutter, and I have a bad habit of making piles. But for crying out loud, we keep it clean.
The people downstairs... I seriously don't think they cleaned that place once in the 14 years they lived there. Christ almighty. I spent almost two hours scrubbing grime off of the molding in one room. The sponge was black! I cleaned the windows in the front room... the paper towels came off black. Black!
Ugh. I so want to shower right now, it's not even funny. And I still have a long way to go.
The landlord is actually doing a lot of work, so I think I'll mostly just end up painting. Plus he's paying me $20 an hour to do it. Not bad. If I rack up a big enough bill, I might try to trade him the cash for a new gas furnace. Downstairs has oil, and we all know how damn expensive that is.
Tomorrow night I'll wash the walls, and then this weekend I'll paint the ceilings. That'll be a good start.
The people downstairs... I seriously don't think they cleaned that place once in the 14 years they lived there. Christ almighty. I spent almost two hours scrubbing grime off of the molding in one room. The sponge was black! I cleaned the windows in the front room... the paper towels came off black. Black!
Ugh. I so want to shower right now, it's not even funny. And I still have a long way to go.
The landlord is actually doing a lot of work, so I think I'll mostly just end up painting. Plus he's paying me $20 an hour to do it. Not bad. If I rack up a big enough bill, I might try to trade him the cash for a new gas furnace. Downstairs has oil, and we all know how damn expensive that is.
Tomorrow night I'll wash the walls, and then this weekend I'll paint the ceilings. That'll be a good start.
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