So, we're supposed to have a yard guy. I know, I know, how completely pointless and all that, but I am not on this planet to cut grass or do whatever it is they do to edges that get all tatty looking and ugly. That's not my gig. Tried. Hated. Rehired the yard guy.
And I'm sensing breakup/reunion revenge. I canceled my account, after all, and then? I came crawling back just like he knew I would. Perhaps I could be worked in until after the first of the year, I was told. I'd get a call. I didn't get a call, so - like a stalker - I called. I know I shouldn't have called, I should have let the yard guy com around on his own. He finally showed up, though. The yard was done, and I was told it would be done every other week. A bill would come, he said. I thought we'd worked things out.
That was three weeks ago. There has been no bill. The yard has not been done again. I really thought there was hope, but I'm coming up empty. But I can't let go.
What do I have to do? Beg? Bake cookies?
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