Last week just s*cked. I didn’t get the job and two friends passed away. Not a good week.
This week I’m just trying go day to day, one foot in front of the other. When I walk the dogs and pass Bob’s house and see all the cars parked out front from mourning Nina then I think life cannot be as bad as what he’s going through. Everything’s always relative. I’ve been taking the dogs on long walks after work. It’s good for them and they enjoy it. I took them to the dog park the other day and we jogged the trails though the woods a bit.
At work they decided to give us our back pay and then pat themselves on the backs for being so great in figuring this out. We should bow down and kiss their feet for being such champs in getting us paid. Meanwhile, we won’t get our back pay until the middle of November. I have bills that are late because of it. No one thought to take into account us having late payments from not getting paid the middle of October, no, of course not.
I left the office yesterday to drive up to north Georgia to try and settle a property line dispute we’re having on one of our sites. It was nice getting out of the office for the day. I drove the company car which is a Dodge Challenger that hauls @ss. I rolled down the window and took in the air. It was a warm, fall day and the leaves have just turned. I turned off I-85 and flew down a winding, country road past pastures full of cows and fields with John Deer’s running.
After circling the downtown three times I pulled up directions to the tax assessor’s office. Surely I couldn’t get lost in such a small town. I finally had to take a road off the square and ended up turning in between a 25 cents carwash and urgent care clinic. I went into a building built in the 50’s era and pushed a bell on the desk. A woman came out with a heavier southern accent than my own. [must be a Georgia native] I asked for Missy.
“Let me go get Mee-sy.” And she left to find her.
Just then another woman came out with an even deeper accent and said, “Hi, I’m Mee-sy.” I had to take a double look at her business card to verify her name was spelled Missy and not Meesy.
I followed her down the hall to her office and we started pulling up old deeds. While she was doing so her phone rang and she picked up.
“Hi, yes can I call you back I’m beesy right now with a customer.”
The oldest of the deeds we were looking for wasn’t in the system. “You’ll have to go down to the courthouse to the clerk of court and pull the old deed. Do you know how to find it?”
“Uh, yeah, I think I circled it about 3 times.”
“Yes, it’s downtown on the square. You know how to get there? You turn right out of here and go up a ways and turn right again and go past the church…..”
You would have thought I was going to the next city over with her directions. The downtown was practically spitting distance from there. But, it’s all relative. I found my way to the clerk and when I got there I found who I presumed to be “Frankie” who was in charge of the court’s old deeds and plats passing out computer monitors to three elderly women who I presumed must have worked there since before I was born. They were Betty, Connie and Myrtle.
“Yes, what can I do for you?” Frankie
“I just was talking to Miss – er – Meesy down at the tax assessor’s office and she sent me here for some old deeds.”
“Ok, Connie can help you. CONNIE! Can you help her out? Meesy sent her down here.”
“Right this way.” Connie.
I went back to the tax office to see Missy and we deducted that we still hadn’t solved the property line issue. She would have to get with her GIS person to see if they could type in the meets and bounds (which, was old – more like chains and iron posts) to see how it overlaid. So, I left and headed for lunch. I got off the highway meaning to hit the outlets but missed my turn, ended up down a country road and coming out at the back end of Ruby Tuesdays which has a great salad bar and realized that it was meant to be, parked and went inside.
So, that was my day yesterday. Just moving on and trying not to get stressed out anymore. I work Saturday but Sunday I’m off the first since mid October. Hopefully, Charlie and I will be able to get out of town for Thanksgiving with the new camper, which, we haven’t even played with yet. Keep your fingers crossed her new work schedule will allow this. I think we both could use a mini vacation and to get out of town for a few days. I envision making Cornish hens on a grill for Thanksgiving.
Happy Halloween, btw! I’ll be drinking a pumpkin beer tonight and way to go RedSox!