(Dis)Respect

Before I launch into my rant against plumbers and humanity in general, I'll start off with an amusing anecdote from this morning. Have you ever been asleep and dreaming, only to wake just enough to realize you're dreaming? It's only happened to me a handful of times in life, but it did this morning!

So in my dream. I'm talking to Adele. Yes, famous singer, and badass lady Adele. For some reason, we're comparing notes on yoga studios (one week in Brooklyn, and I'm already that girl - blech) when my real-world alarm goes off to tell me it's 6:15am and my ass better get up for work. Dream me hears the alarm and suddenly it all becomes clear. I don't do yoga regularly. I don't know Adele. And I better get up and get in the shower or I'm going to be late. I turned to Adele and said "I wish I could stay, but I have to go back to life now" and then I woke up and turned off my alarm.

In all the excitement dream-me forgot to high-five Adele, which would have made the experience perfect and complete. Maybe...this morning in London, real-life Adele woke up, turned to her man and said "Baby, I just dreamt I was talking about yoga with some rando in Brooklyn. The. Fuck?" Then she rolled around in her various awards and piles of money until it was time to go feed her son.

HOW ABSOLUTELY ODD.

Turning topics a bit more grisly, I really do understand why people beat the living daylights out of other people after dealing with my new landlord and his lackey joke of a plumber. They are horrendous, rude, condescending, and between the two of them, I feel incredibly disrespected. My life, my time, and my job...don't matter when it comes to their schedules. Keep me waiting 2 hours? Cancel on me abruptly? No apologies? Shout at me for asking a simple question? Sadly, they are stereotypes of a larger culture that doesn't view or treat women as equals. I was raised to be polite and respectful, yet when neither of those are shown to me in return, I have no choice but to be curt, short, and express how fucking pissed off I am. When the plumber called at 2:40 yesterday (to cancel, after having first delayed, then not shown up for his 12:30 or 2pm promises) he said he'd "let me know if" he could make it Monday. I just hung up the phone. Because the only answer I can think of to that is "go fuck yourself."

The simple solution is, of course, to use another plumber. However, jackass there is my landlord's guy, and since landlord insists on using him, I feel a bit stuck, seeing as last time landlord and I spoke, he yelled at me for daring to ask if there was a key to the mailbox. THE NERVE. Depending on how things go today, I'll just hire someone else and send him the bill. I really cannot be bothered with these levels of idiocy, incompetence, and raging douchebaggery any longer.

  RAGE.