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
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