last night i went home from work and made the third attempt to mow my lawn since the "new" mower was delivered last wednesday. it didn't work. big surprise. let me back up and tell you the lawn mower story.
at the end of april when the temperature warmed and i began to look forward to mowing the lawn...yes, i said "look forward to mowing". i love to mow. that's why i signed up for this job. anyway, at the end of april i called the property management company (hereafter referred to as "the dipshits") asking them to come and unlock the cable that was holding the mower hostage in the backyard. three weeks and four phone calls after the first call dipshit #1 finally made it to the property to cut the lock because she couldn't find a key. thanks. that weekend i spent a day trying to get the damn thing to start. no luck. i signed up to mow the lawn, not be a small engine mechanic. so i called the dipshits again. when i told her of the latest predicament she stated that the property owner may want to buy a new mower due to the age of the one we had. "great" i thought to myself. these dipshits are finally going to do something right. in the meantime she sent the work crew over to take care of the lawn while she got a new mower. SEVEN weeks later she called and let me know that she had finally found a new mower and would be dropping it off at the property. that was last wednesday. i came home from work that day before heading to a meeting in salt lake just to see the new mower. i was excited. i guess i didn't speak their language. by "new" mower i think dipshit #1 meant she was going to the d.i. to get another mower for me. but at least this one started. friday when i got off work at noon i went home...again, looking forward to mowing the lawn. being outside in the sun. listening to my tunes uninterrupted.
i put on my mowin' clothes and headed outside. i got a good 6 to 7 minutes of mowing in before the mower died the first time. though not empty the gas was low so i thought maybe this was the issue. i went to the gas station on the corner. bought a $12 gas can. and filled it with gas. i filled the mower up and fired her up again. she ran for about 30 seconds and died. really? yes, really. i was mad. frustrated. tired of this always being the case with the dipshits. i left the mower in its place. changed my clothes. and moved on to the weekend fun.
on monday i decided it was time to give it another shot. hoping for the best i started the mower again. this time she gave me a solid 17-19 minutes before death. i got the biggest patch of grass mowed. but it sure is long in the front yard. sorry maxine. we look like we are trying to be from the hood. or the south.
yesterday. first thing in the morning. i call the dipshits to inform them that their "new" mower didn't run. and also. that the broken sprinkler i informed them of when i called about the original mower (8 weeks ago, in case you'd lost count) was STILL broken. i didn't leave my usual angry bitch message. i couldn't help but laugh. in a sarcastic and laughing tone i said, "you're probably tired of hearing from me. don't sweat it, the feelings are mutual. i'm simply calling to let you know that your "new" mower doesn't run." i then recounted my multiple attempts to mow the lawn. "oh and one last thing now that it's getting hot and the grass is dying. that broken sprinkler that i made you aware of two months ago when i called is still broken." that was 26 hours ago. i still haven't heard a peep from them. i half expected them to show up at my door with a sawed off shotgun last night just to get rid of me.
after a frustrating day at work yesterday i decided to make an attempt at putting some positive energy and activity in my universe. so i thought, if i can get that mower to run long enough to finish what little is left of the lawn that would be real great. i got home from work. put my mowin' clothes on. started the mower. and she died before i could even get behind to push it. ha. so much for good thoughts and actions. i was pissed. i angrily pushed the mower across the lawn back to the place where she lives behind the house. i bid her farewell with my middle finger.
when i walked into the house i saw the filth of the common area and thought that may be a good place to take out my aggression. i got the broom. the vacuum. a dust cloth. and went to town. five hours later my apartment AND the common area were spic and span. i felt good. well, better, at least.
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