I got let go at Nicolet this morning.
I am an emotional wreck.
I will talk more when I can actually talk without crying.
Ta,
Bec
12.10.15
11.10.15
Screaming, Screaming Over This Permit Thing...
OK, so not nearly.
Septic has hit a snag. H&H turned in their part to Zoning, and I found this out at the permit office. K, so I had to go to Zoning, which is in the courthouse. But Zoning didn't have any physical proof that I own the land, but Register of Deeds would have it. It's the same building, different floor. Went to the Register of Deeds. I have to pay for documents from there; but Northern Title (across the street from the courthouse) would have the documents for free because they were the ones who oversaw the sale of the land.
AND THIS WAS ALL IN ONE MORNING.
But that is not the end of this story, oh no no. Because I got an email that afternoon from the guy who handles water and sewer for the city, and HE said it's a complicated mess because guess what? I'm in the city limits. Shocker. I told him this several times over the last three months. They have to have a meeting with people from the department and all that jazz to determine if I can have my holding tank. I guarantee you it will be at an inconvenient time for little old me, probably next year.
AND I do not need an inside plumbing permit because we've already got the structures inside. We need the ones outside. Funny how the permit people tell me one thing and then tell the plumbing people another thing. It would help us get things done if they would TELL US THE SAME DAMN THING.
And my Flash DVD box set is somewhere in Rhinelander, but I can't get my mitts on it. It's been out for delivery four times and rerouted three times, but it hasn't come to me yet. I know Barry Allen is late for everything, but this is ridiculous.
AND my bulbs are also in the same looping route. I have no idea where they are either.
If someone drops one more brick on my load, I'll snap under the weight. My body can't take this kind of abuse. I'm under a ridiculous amount of stress and I don't need more crap tossed at me right now.
Ta,
Bec
Septic has hit a snag. H&H turned in their part to Zoning, and I found this out at the permit office. K, so I had to go to Zoning, which is in the courthouse. But Zoning didn't have any physical proof that I own the land, but Register of Deeds would have it. It's the same building, different floor. Went to the Register of Deeds. I have to pay for documents from there; but Northern Title (across the street from the courthouse) would have the documents for free because they were the ones who oversaw the sale of the land.
AND THIS WAS ALL IN ONE MORNING.
But that is not the end of this story, oh no no. Because I got an email that afternoon from the guy who handles water and sewer for the city, and HE said it's a complicated mess because guess what? I'm in the city limits. Shocker. I told him this several times over the last three months. They have to have a meeting with people from the department and all that jazz to determine if I can have my holding tank. I guarantee you it will be at an inconvenient time for little old me, probably next year.
AND I do not need an inside plumbing permit because we've already got the structures inside. We need the ones outside. Funny how the permit people tell me one thing and then tell the plumbing people another thing. It would help us get things done if they would TELL US THE SAME DAMN THING.
And my Flash DVD box set is somewhere in Rhinelander, but I can't get my mitts on it. It's been out for delivery four times and rerouted three times, but it hasn't come to me yet. I know Barry Allen is late for everything, but this is ridiculous.
AND my bulbs are also in the same looping route. I have no idea where they are either.
If someone drops one more brick on my load, I'll snap under the weight. My body can't take this kind of abuse. I'm under a ridiculous amount of stress and I don't need more crap tossed at me right now.
Ta,
Bec
6.10.15
Nearly!
We should be very close to the end of the damn permits being done. Finally. Septic people got their stuff, contractor was doing his bit, everyone else has done their stuff.
FINALLY.
Then there should be nothing to stop this process from rolling already. Let's get this stupid show on the road.
(I am fully expecting one more hurdle, at least, before this is really over. There always is.)
My stress levels were so high yesterday that I'm now paying for it today. The muscles in my shoulder just ache. Stupid. I know better.
I need to take my meds and get ready to sleep because tomorrow's going to kick my butt.
Ta,
Bec
FINALLY.
Then there should be nothing to stop this process from rolling already. Let's get this stupid show on the road.
(I am fully expecting one more hurdle, at least, before this is really over. There always is.)
My stress levels were so high yesterday that I'm now paying for it today. The muscles in my shoulder just ache. Stupid. I know better.
I need to take my meds and get ready to sleep because tomorrow's going to kick my butt.
Ta,
Bec
2.10.15
Permits! AGH!
One permit left to go - septic. The septic people will not submit permits until their down payment goes through, which was sent in the mail via the title office yesterday. So when the mail arrives from the title office, and the septic people get their money, then the septic people will turn in their paperwork to the permit office...and THEN we can get on with the stupid foundation.
I tried to explain this to the contractor, who is frustrated. Well, so am I. I want this damn thing done. I want to live in my house and have my own kitchen and have some PEACE, for heaven's sake.
One more weekend before we get this going. One. More. Weekend.
Ta,
Bec
I tried to explain this to the contractor, who is frustrated. Well, so am I. I want this damn thing done. I want to live in my house and have my own kitchen and have some PEACE, for heaven's sake.
One more weekend before we get this going. One. More. Weekend.
Ta,
Bec
29.9.15
Out of the Apartment
Everything was moved out of the apartment on Sunday (final bits were done today - I locked the door and called it done tonight) and shoved all my possessions upwards seven feet towards the porch of the house and put in the house (every room is piled full of my things, except the kitchen, which has a water heater and a furnace in the middle of it and cannot, therefore, have anything piled in it.) The house is now quite a bit higher in the air because they've now propped it up in preparation for the foundation to be put in...when we get done with the stupid permits.
Because, oh my, we are seriously into Permit Apocalypse here. I have five different groups working on this lot: septic, plumbing and heating, electric (which has two) and contracting. Everyone has to have their permits in and approved by the city BEFORE we can proceed.
Help.
Me.
Lord.
I'm not even worrying about the phone line not being in the house because quite honestly, I have no idea when I'll be physically living in the house. Because I'm not, obviously. I'm at Mum and Dad's until I actually can live in the house. I want this over with already and I keep worrying we're going to run into winter with this (really hope not.)
So ONCE we have in all our little permits, THEN, OH, THEN, we can get this going.
I hate permits. I hate them with an undying passion.
I have new carpet and I can't even put it down because I can't get in there because it's under construction because permits.
I'll let you know when the situation actually changes.
Ta,
Bec
Because, oh my, we are seriously into Permit Apocalypse here. I have five different groups working on this lot: septic, plumbing and heating, electric (which has two) and contracting. Everyone has to have their permits in and approved by the city BEFORE we can proceed.
Help.
Me.
Lord.
I'm not even worrying about the phone line not being in the house because quite honestly, I have no idea when I'll be physically living in the house. Because I'm not, obviously. I'm at Mum and Dad's until I actually can live in the house. I want this over with already and I keep worrying we're going to run into winter with this (really hope not.)
So ONCE we have in all our little permits, THEN, OH, THEN, we can get this going.
I hate permits. I hate them with an undying passion.
I have new carpet and I can't even put it down because I can't get in there because it's under construction because permits.
I'll let you know when the situation actually changes.
Ta,
Bec
26.9.15
Stage 2 Complete!
So, Thursday started out with Mum and I standing around with coffees in our hands, watching WPS guys yowl at the stupid traffic idiots who didn't understand that the guy in the hard hat waving his hand at you is saying GO THROUGH, STUPID.
Then Charter took their dear sweet time getting there and held up the process.
And then things started to go really fast. One minute the house was being pulled out, the next it was whizzing by me at about twenty miles an hour, and soon enough it was around the corner and on the lot, just. like. that.
Two hours easy and it was over entirely.
The house is sitting in a four foot deep pit propped up and waiting for all my crap to go into it tomorrow. I have to be out of my apartment by Wednesday, but the inspectors are coming in on Monday, so my time is up.
I'm living at Mum and Dad's for the moment because the house isn't hooked up to anything because there's no basement and I'm chipping away at a mound of permits that would kill a lesser mortal. But I have not come this far and seen that house on the lot to give up now. I will grit my teeth and do it even if it kills me. It just might.
I'm estimating two to three weeks before I get to move in. Sigh.
BUT, along with everything going in tomorrow, my brand-new chunk of carpet will wait for me to put it in until I actually am in the house.
So, let's hope the paperwork doesn't kill me.
Ta,
Bec
Then Charter took their dear sweet time getting there and held up the process.
And then things started to go really fast. One minute the house was being pulled out, the next it was whizzing by me at about twenty miles an hour, and soon enough it was around the corner and on the lot, just. like. that.
Two hours easy and it was over entirely.
The house is sitting in a four foot deep pit propped up and waiting for all my crap to go into it tomorrow. I have to be out of my apartment by Wednesday, but the inspectors are coming in on Monday, so my time is up.
I'm living at Mum and Dad's for the moment because the house isn't hooked up to anything because there's no basement and I'm chipping away at a mound of permits that would kill a lesser mortal. But I have not come this far and seen that house on the lot to give up now. I will grit my teeth and do it even if it kills me. It just might.
I'm estimating two to three weeks before I get to move in. Sigh.
BUT, along with everything going in tomorrow, my brand-new chunk of carpet will wait for me to put it in until I actually am in the house.
So, let's hope the paperwork doesn't kill me.
Ta,
Bec
22.9.15
We Are Go For Thursday
It's official.
8 A.M. on Thursday, my house will take its little jaunt across the road and be planted on the other side, right smack between the apple trees.
It took a LOT of phone calls (about seven or eight today alone) and screaming (all me, really) and Mum running every which where because I can't, not right now, and emails and some more phone calls and me jumping up in fright every time the bloody phone rang again, but Stage 2 of this process is underway.
Next is Stage 3, getting all those permits and getting my house hooked up to water, septic, electricity, gas, and phone lines. That will be coming in the next couple of weeks. I'm temporarily moving into Mum and Dad's for a bit because the house won't be fit to live in for a while yet, and I have to be out of my apartment by next week Wednesday.
I just have to survive Thursday morning without having a heart attack, or my mother having a heart attack, or anyone else having one. It would tie things up so unmercifully.
(I did just watch Doctor Who's new episode, so forgive the very not-me language suddenly popping up.)
Sigh.
Here we go. Most stressful part of this whole thing is about to begin. I have the feeling I might not remember very much of it because it'll feel like a dream, or a nightmare, or a combination of both. My graduation days were all kind of like that - I was so afraid of tripping over my own feet (it's me, so this is always a possibility) that I didn't enjoy the day as much as the ones who got to watch it happen. I have to remember to breathe, and maybe find a balloon with sand in it to squeeze so that I don't kill a folding chair's armrests.
Or just have some ambulance people equip me with an oxygen tank and a box with labels that I can shred, or bubble wrap, or a pot to clean. Something, anything to relieve the tension. I am going to hurt so much on Friday because of all the stress.
Gotta get some sleep. Next two days are going to be crazy.
Ta,
Bec
8 A.M. on Thursday, my house will take its little jaunt across the road and be planted on the other side, right smack between the apple trees.
It took a LOT of phone calls (about seven or eight today alone) and screaming (all me, really) and Mum running every which where because I can't, not right now, and emails and some more phone calls and me jumping up in fright every time the bloody phone rang again, but Stage 2 of this process is underway.
Next is Stage 3, getting all those permits and getting my house hooked up to water, septic, electricity, gas, and phone lines. That will be coming in the next couple of weeks. I'm temporarily moving into Mum and Dad's for a bit because the house won't be fit to live in for a while yet, and I have to be out of my apartment by next week Wednesday.
I just have to survive Thursday morning without having a heart attack, or my mother having a heart attack, or anyone else having one. It would tie things up so unmercifully.
(I did just watch Doctor Who's new episode, so forgive the very not-me language suddenly popping up.)
Sigh.
Here we go. Most stressful part of this whole thing is about to begin. I have the feeling I might not remember very much of it because it'll feel like a dream, or a nightmare, or a combination of both. My graduation days were all kind of like that - I was so afraid of tripping over my own feet (it's me, so this is always a possibility) that I didn't enjoy the day as much as the ones who got to watch it happen. I have to remember to breathe, and maybe find a balloon with sand in it to squeeze so that I don't kill a folding chair's armrests.
Or just have some ambulance people equip me with an oxygen tank and a box with labels that I can shred, or bubble wrap, or a pot to clean. Something, anything to relieve the tension. I am going to hurt so much on Friday because of all the stress.
Gotta get some sleep. Next two days are going to be crazy.
Ta,
Bec
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