The landlord for my storefront encroached upon my personal space and time every single day for a week. I finally had to send a gentle email requesting that he give me space. Perhaps I should have shelled out for the more expensive property on the other side of the park….
Middle-aged, longtime plumbers can be incredibly insulting and condescending when one is simply trying to obtain an estimate for the installation of a sink. My life experience forces me to wonder if being both African-American and female didn’t fuel his lack of manners and professionalism….
One hundred pounds worth of flooring is showing up at my house today for carting down the street to the store, and it’s a complete toss-up as to whether someone will be home when it arrives. Being forced to trek to some far out postal facility looking for the floor to my backroom two days before the health inspection is not my idea of a good time. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Meanwhile, on the kung fu front, my boss at the gym is on her way out the door to another job, and her boss doesn’t care enough about the kung fu program to properly promote the next session. The new flier is great. The problem is getting it out of the company computers and in view of the gym members! Call me crazy, but I’m fairly certain that’s the best way to attract students.
Last night, my son was intentionally mauled by a Siheng who outranks him for having the audacity to land a good punch in Sanshou class. Now, there’s a new measure of bad blood in the family relationship with the guan. I’m just glad I wasn’t upstairs to see the fight. My mother bear alter ego (or is that my primary ego?) might have turned it into an all-out brawl.
I have to admit I was happy to hear that Aaron recovered from the beating to ultimately win a fight that was only supposed to be a sparring match. That’s kind of how I felt going through my whole week of remodeling and regulatory madness. It must be a family trait.