Raffi, you have me inspirized me. (my kooky way of saying inspired)
I have my neighbors water pipes to fix. i know... i know... you may be wondering... why am i fixing my neighbors water pipes? they are upstairs neighbors and the water seaps through to our apartment so it affects us even though it is their pipes. since they know this... and are not in the greatest of all financial shapes... they don't fix their broken pipes and hope we eventually get sick of the damage to our ceiling. we have officially gotten sick of the damage our ceiling has taken and are willing to fix their water pipes. it was the perfect plan for them. it has worked.
i have to finish the remodelling of my basement and my balcony which has been going on since mid-october. we call him smelly guy even though he is an old friend of arthur's. he remodels for us. he smells... even though i have told him on numerous occassions how much better he looks when he shaves (hoping that he will take to the compliment and shave and shower and wear newly washed clothes) arthur also tells him how nice he looks when he is shaven. lol
and let me add my own abuse story... this happened at the notar. The notar is somewhere you go and get something notarized. I wanted to give permission to my driver to drive my car when i am not in it. someone told me i have to go to the notar. rats. we got to the notar and found this sovietesque lady wearing a military type suit... she looked like she literally was kept since soviet times and hates the world, her job, her life and me :o). we managed to get in after an hour wait... and she saw the paperwork i had to offer...which was extremely legitimate. she told me that my signature looked like a three year old scribbling for the first time. i thanked her and smiled wide wide wide. then she told me since she had never done this for a foreigner that she would have to find out what the process was... and that i should come back in a week. (a week is pretty harsh)... i lost my wide grin and gave up absolutely on being nice. i complained and complained and she was not about taking it at all. the meeting ended and i left hating the world more than she ever could...
when a police officer friend told me that i can get the same permission in one sheet of stationary picked up in any office supply store for 100 dram and signed by me. i love this world again... but hate the original advisor that i must go to notar... and the notar hell on wheels woman that i met. my brother says that hate is a strong word... and that i should never use it. i would like to retract hate and replace it with dislike. thank you.
I have my neighbors water pipes to fix. i know... i know... you may be wondering... why am i fixing my neighbors water pipes? they are upstairs neighbors and the water seaps through to our apartment so it affects us even though it is their pipes. since they know this... and are not in the greatest of all financial shapes... they don't fix their broken pipes and hope we eventually get sick of the damage to our ceiling. we have officially gotten sick of the damage our ceiling has taken and are willing to fix their water pipes. it was the perfect plan for them. it has worked.
i have to finish the remodelling of my basement and my balcony which has been going on since mid-october. we call him smelly guy even though he is an old friend of arthur's. he remodels for us. he smells... even though i have told him on numerous occassions how much better he looks when he shaves (hoping that he will take to the compliment and shave and shower and wear newly washed clothes) arthur also tells him how nice he looks when he is shaven. lol
and let me add my own abuse story... this happened at the notar. The notar is somewhere you go and get something notarized. I wanted to give permission to my driver to drive my car when i am not in it. someone told me i have to go to the notar. rats. we got to the notar and found this sovietesque lady wearing a military type suit... she looked like she literally was kept since soviet times and hates the world, her job, her life and me :o). we managed to get in after an hour wait... and she saw the paperwork i had to offer...which was extremely legitimate. she told me that my signature looked like a three year old scribbling for the first time. i thanked her and smiled wide wide wide. then she told me since she had never done this for a foreigner that she would have to find out what the process was... and that i should come back in a week. (a week is pretty harsh)... i lost my wide grin and gave up absolutely on being nice. i complained and complained and she was not about taking it at all. the meeting ended and i left hating the world more than she ever could...
when a police officer friend told me that i can get the same permission in one sheet of stationary picked up in any office supply store for 100 dram and signed by me. i love this world again... but hate the original advisor that i must go to notar... and the notar hell on wheels woman that i met. my brother says that hate is a strong word... and that i should never use it. i would like to retract hate and replace it with dislike. thank you.
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