offensive cars = exploding heads (w/great haircuts!)

there's always something to bitch about. a day that started out w/great hair and leftover spareribs for lunch (super yum!), dwindled after work and has ended w/my head exploding.

i get so riled up sometimes, that i don't think i'm fit to live in a shared environment. chris and i own 2 parking spots - one came w/the condo we purchased (my spot), and then we ended up buying a second one (chris' spot) shortly before we moved in. today when i came home from work everything was fine and dandy, until i went to my car. i didn't notice right away, but as i was pulling away, i saw it. someone had parked in chris' parking spot! well, i had stuff to do, so i went off to run some errands, but as i'm driving, i frantically call chris and scream at him the upsetting news. now chris isn't one to get upset easily, so he brushed it off, whereas apparently i'm off my rocker. meanwhile, i'm at the mall doing some shopping, and all i can think about is that offensive car, and hoping they've moved it in the 10 minutes i've been gone. nope, no such luck. ok, i was gone for 1/2 hour, but it was still there.

in that 1/2 hour, i had drafted about 30 different nasty notes (containing various profanities) to leave on the offensive vehicle. i went upstairs to drop off my shopping, and ran back down w/a note (i went through 3 drafts). i was fairly nice, considering the nature of the violation (i categorized this under HUGE!), and indicated this person was parked in MY (chris') parking spot. as i was about to tuck it under the offending windshield, there was a note on the car's dash......"i own parking spot #xxx." uh, ok, so what does that mean? i'll tell you what it means......it means this idiot has knowingly parked in MY (chris') spot, due to whatever reason......(i'm not sure, but it's possible someone else parked in their spot). so i left my original note on the windshield, and went to see my puppies......after all, it is monday night! how could my mood not improve? well, i had an hour of distracted bliss as the puppies kept me entertained :-)

then i came home. ok, the blasted car is still parked in MY (chris') spot. so upstairs i go, and draft yet another note......this time addressing the issue of their spot (#xxx), and how they shouldn't inconvenience other owners (that would be ME (chris), and perhaps they should leave a note (as i had done to him/her) to the person inconveniencing them. or "ALTERNATIVELY, PARK ON THE STREET!" so i tucked my 2 page note (i used a thick black felt pen :P) under the wiper and discarded my original note. (at our AGM, we were told to leave notes for fellow drivers if we have issues w/them....i.e., don't hog the line when you park or use care when you open your door so you don't hit my car. i figured a note was suitable for this situation, as i didn't want to totally piss off the ppl chris has to park beside.)

then i had to cook dinner......i called chris 3 times in 5 minutes because i was totally obsessing over this. i ate dinner solo, and then i conveniently had to throw out the garbage, so i headed back down to the parking lot to see if the car had moved. nope. my head is starting to hurt at this point. i'm out of my mind trying to decide what to do. in my mind i had resolved to wait 24 hours before taking drastic action........but when you're pissed off, it seems like an eternity. chris finally came home shortly after 10, and announced the car was still there. bloody hell! it was a bit too late to call the resident manager anyways, so i opted to e-mail the property management firm. i very nicely explained the situation, and asked what further action could be taken by the end of the day tomorrow. they're pretty quick at responding, so i should know first thing in the a.m. basically i want the blasted car picked up, and thrown into the garbage bin! how dare this person take the liberty of picking a random parking stall to use as their temporary home?!

i took yet another trip down to the parking lot - i'm not sure why i thought the car would be gone, but i was sure hoping. my 2 page note was still under the wiper, so i gave up for the night. my head was just throbbing at this point, and nothing was going to make it feel better. i swear, perhaps it's a good thing i'm not on the strata council - i'd hand out violations and tow ppl left, right and centre! don't even get me started about the time someone's balcony water splashed on me as i walked home, OR the fact that i see residents regularly park in the visitor's parking after chris and i PAID to get a 2nd stall so we could be bylaw-abiding residents!!!!!!!!! ARGH!

i think i have pms.