The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Every time I look outside, I'm all, like, "Summer's burning, and I'm stuck inside."

I want these books done, damn it!

Next week.

 

Grumble grumble, husband goes into work slightly hungover, gets best result he's had yet on his experiment.

 

I'm on a vitamin D supplement for a good reason.

*hisses at the Day Star*

 

Chemical engineer in next-gen display materials research; none of his materials utilize ethanol, though.

 

Well, obviously.

 

Five more days of bullshit (in theory).

I'm taking Wednesday off (in theory).

 

I can't wait to hear more about all your First World upper-middle-class problems.

You're going to blog them, right?

 

I dunno, man. I used to live in a house that was built in 1929 and before we lived there, the previous owner hadn't been able to keep up with the maintenance required. Owning a home that old takes a lot of skill if you don't have $$$. We had to fix so many things that were jury-rigged. The plumbing underneath the sink was slathered in caulk to the point that we had to have the plumber come out and completely replumb the thing. The downstairs toilet (which was in the hallway leading to the garage) had some weird offset thing, so we couldn't just replace it ourselves; the plumber had to come out again. The kitchen cabinets had SEVEN layers of paint on them. We had to use a belt sander to get it off, which is a tedious, careful process. When we partially redid the bathroom, we ran into issue after issue due to again, seven layers of paint and wallpaper, plaster and lathe construction, and just general bad practice when it came to repairs. We regretted not just demoing the walls and redoing it with drywall. The only project I ever did in that house that turned out to be simple was to replace the upstairs toilet. My husband only had to tighten it a bit for me, but otherwise, I did it all myself in about fifteen minutes (easy-peasy lemon squeezy).

 

This is why we're brothers at heart.

Good. White-person boasting is much more becoming.

I don't doubt it.

I recently caught a clip of one of those home-buying shows people love on HGTV. They were looking around Atlanta or something. There was this beautiful-looking 3,300 square foot home listed for $330,000, and they spent most of the time complaining about how it looked or how it wasn't ideal (superficially, of course).

I was all, like, "Dafuq? I'd die if I found a 3,300 square foot home like that at that price."

• $330,000 barely gets you 1,000 square feet here. Maybe around 900, and only if you don't want anything fancy, and only if you want a condo.
• You'd need to go to $750,000 to $1 million or more to approach a decent 3,300 square foot home here—as in, not in an ideal neighbourhood or region.
• I pay $1,600 + utilities to rent around 800 square feet.

 

You should see houses in Texas.

 

No. I really shouldn't.