rant-o-rama

Sigh.

I need to vent a little.

In general I don't love reading other people's venting because it just gets me all worked up and filled with righteous indignation and then I'm all upset over a problem that isn't even mine! So if you're like that and don't want to read this, that's ok. I forgive you.

On to the story!

So I woke up at 7:30 this morning to what sounded like men talking... in my backyard. It also sounded like the water was on somewhere but it was kinda hard to tell. Truth? This was only the second night we've spent in the house so I'm still getting used to the noises.

Tyson had already left for work so I crept out of bed and peeked out the window.

Nothing.

I figured I was hearing construction workers at the house next door and the sound was just carrying over, and I figured the water sound was maybe just the fridge filling itself up or something? I dunno.

Anyway, I got out of bed, went downstairs and got myself some breakfast. I was just getting loungy (new word!) in front of the telly when I see a man walk past the window in my backyard!

Bah!

Keep in mind that I am home alone at this point and we don't have any blinds on the window. He proceeds to nonchalantly fill up a bucket of water from the spigot at the back of the house while I'm frozen in my living room wondering what to do.

I figure a gentle confrontation is my best bet.

So I open the sliding glass door and say "Hello! Are you working on my house?" Who knows? Maybe he had some sort of legitimate reason to be there that I didn't know about.

The guilty look on his face informed me that he did not.

Basically he didn't realize we had moved in yet, although he did see the boxes in the house, and he was working on a job on the house next door, which as he explained to me, wasn't our property. Yes, thank you, I didn't realize that Tyson and I do not own the entire neighborhood.

I did get the impression that it wasn't really his fault though, he was just doing what his supervisors said to do. He also knew the name of a guy who helped us with our house (I shall call him Bim) and said that Bim was the one who told him to get water from our house.

Oh really?

Then he told me exactly how much water he had taken and that he was sorry and wouldn't come back now that he knew we lived there. Ok, no hard feelings.

About a minute after he left the doorbell rang and it was his supervisor (who's name was also Bim, confusing, no?) and he apologized profusely and told me again that it was Bim who said to use our water.

Well now I'm thinking, how many people have used our stuff while we've been paying utilities? We've only really been here a couple days and anything could have been happening while we were transitioning from the apartment. We have owned this house for almost two weeks and Bim knew it. What makes him think it's ok to basically steal water from us since our house is the only one with the utilities turned on?

Meanwhile I'm texting Tyson about the situation and he's even getting upset. You know when Tyson gets bugged about something that it is a legit claim, not just the woman hormones talking. He's mostly worried because here I am home alone in a new house with no blinds and strange men are walking around just a foot away from the house.

Now I'm thinking less about the water and more about my privacy which suddenly feels violated.

So I call Bim.

Who denies telling anyone they could use anything.

Whatever.

I remind him that we are living there and that it is not ok for construction workers to be using our house for anything. I was uncomfortable with what happened and I told him that Tyson wasn't thrilled about it either. He was pretty quiet the whole time.

So now I don't really feel like anything has been resolved although I'm sure it won't happen again. I have no idea how much the 15 gallons of water cost us, although since I used at least that much in my bath yesterday it probably doesn't amount to much in the grand scheme.

Should I be bugged?