Grump Central Archive: Week of 8 September 2019
Saturday, 14 September 2019
Still "offline" as it were. Doing some modeling to help keep from slipping into emotional oblivion.
Friday, 13 September 2019
Thursday was hard. The wife of a friend of my friend died, so the day was spent consoling my friend. As I learned, my property is a good place to heal.
Thursday, 12 September 2019
It's time to stop obsessing over the film project and move on. So that's what I'm trying to do, and to that end I've been messing with the entertainment center, and I must say it's nice not seeing that last vestige of times past anymore.
Wednesday, 11 September 2019
Unless I hear from a special someone in the next 12 hours, I won't be going anywhere this weekend. But even if such a miracle should occur, I'm strongly tempted to say, f*ck him. He's treated me like sh!t; why should I expend the energy to attend his self-congratulatory party? If he thinks so little of my contribution (which by no means is trivial—I totally reengineered an hour and 23 minutes of sound) that he can't even say "Thank you," what's the benefit to me? So, between an uncommunicative film producer and an uncommunicative Health Department, I'm stuck in an unproductive funk. Things have ground to a halt, and I simply do not care.
Tuesday, 10 September 2019
Still no progress on the film project front. And if there's no significant communication in the next 24-36 hours, I sure as hell won't be on the red carpet. I'm sorry, you can't accept days of intense, hard work from someone without personally acknowledging their contribution, especially in the 11th hour. Worse, if he uses my work without citing me in the credits, we're going to have a nice, long chat—via our respective lawyers. I don't care if he's James Friggin' Cameron—it's just not right.
Monday, 9 September 2019
I confess I'm having doubts about the film project. At the outset, my work was received with great enthusiasm; now, after having labored nearly around the clock for four days straight, that very same work seems to be met with apathy. What changed, and why? I may never know, since there's been no feedback once I delivered the finished product. It's possible my concerns are unwarranted, but I can't shake them. And it's deepening a funk already fueled by the interminable wait for a response from the County Health Department—disturbingly reminiscent of the long wait for the log jam to break on the commercial property sale.
And speaking of... I swore I'd never again drive by the commercial property... but curiosity got the best of me. I was expecting to see the land clear-cut and equipment busily digging foundations. But what did I see instead? A for sale sign. Yes, those bastards held up my life for three years and ruined me financially simply because they wanted to get all of their permits before closing, only to turn around and abandon the whole project. All of that anguish I suffered was basically for nothing. Words cannot describe how infuriated that made me, and I shall carry my utter contempt for them to my grave.
Sunday, 8 September 2019
Here we go again. Still no word from the County Health Department acknowledging receipt of all the paperwork they required to give their blessing for a CO, which I'd sent two weeks ago. This is getting more than just a little aggravating. I don't want to move the cats in until after the Township does their TCO inspection, as I fear their presence might raise issues. But things could be worse—the house could look like it did just a year ago...
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