Got pulled over last night. They said I was going 47 in a 30. They were wrong.
He clocked me as I went around a corner, heading into the town of Spencer, Indiana. I wasn't yet even past the 40 mph marker, which is after the curve. The zone I was in when he clocked me was at least 50 mph, and very likely 55. I was going 47, and slowed to 40 or so at the site of the 40 marker. He was sitting in a 30mph zone, down the road, when he clocked me.
The cop seemed supervised. Another was with him. And he seemed young, and nervous slightly. This is the first time that I've been pulled over for speeding that I knew I wasn't speeding. Or, genuinely remembered abiding by the posted limit, having a distinct feeling. Regardless, I didnt want to argue past my questions, and asked for leniency, explaining how I haven't got a ticket in five years, and one ticket would cost me my job. He let me off with a verbal warning... But I shouldnt have been pulled over anyways, technically going under the speed limit where he claimed to have clocked me.
I'm thinking about calling their police department to tell them. Not to complain in anger... But they need to be aware.
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I moved into a new apartment. They used cheap paint in the tub. They didn't apply it right. Every time I shower it smells like paint... And I can put my hand on the tub floor and it will have white paint on it three days after I showered last (yes... I'm gross). I've had a heater in there to try to dry it. No good still. When I moved in the paint was 2 weeks old. It still smelled to me like paint. Really horrible job.
I want out.
In the mean time I'm going to get a membership to a gym for 10 bucks a month and just use their showers.
I'm going to buy some no VOC paint and recoat my apartment to seal in the older, higher VOC paint, and I'm going to re-do the tub, to my satisfaction. When they set these places up, whatever contractor they are using, is failing. They arent doing one coat, letting it dry, for a day, then applying the second coat. Its like they just throw some paint around. Its starting to occur to me that if you want things done right, you have to do them yourself..
My dad wanted me to try to let the apartment take care of it, when I bounced this off of him. I really don't trust them. To do it right, its a two day long deal, at least. And I doubt they will do that right. I don't want them slathering more toxic shit that won't dry. Stuff gives me a headache. Makes me slur words and forget how to say "Hungary". The only thing that seems to help other than removal for 24 hours is tons of transdermal magnesium. But that just makes me better able to detox.
My dad and I are at odds a lot. He will take my side on things, then flip flop. He's aging, so I think this may be part of this. He will forget his position.
I really wish people would do their jobs right. I'm a perfectionist. I could be a better cop, and a better painter. But I have sensitivities to chemicals in paint so I'd rather not (though I could wear a mask), and I don't want to arrest people for pot, or other drugs for that matter.
I really want to work toward a stone house. Or something. Glass. Everything inert. I don't like paint inside.
He clocked me as I went around a corner, heading into the town of Spencer, Indiana. I wasn't yet even past the 40 mph marker, which is after the curve. The zone I was in when he clocked me was at least 50 mph, and very likely 55. I was going 47, and slowed to 40 or so at the site of the 40 marker. He was sitting in a 30mph zone, down the road, when he clocked me.
The cop seemed supervised. Another was with him. And he seemed young, and nervous slightly. This is the first time that I've been pulled over for speeding that I knew I wasn't speeding. Or, genuinely remembered abiding by the posted limit, having a distinct feeling. Regardless, I didnt want to argue past my questions, and asked for leniency, explaining how I haven't got a ticket in five years, and one ticket would cost me my job. He let me off with a verbal warning... But I shouldnt have been pulled over anyways, technically going under the speed limit where he claimed to have clocked me.
I'm thinking about calling their police department to tell them. Not to complain in anger... But they need to be aware.
.....
I moved into a new apartment. They used cheap paint in the tub. They didn't apply it right. Every time I shower it smells like paint... And I can put my hand on the tub floor and it will have white paint on it three days after I showered last (yes... I'm gross). I've had a heater in there to try to dry it. No good still. When I moved in the paint was 2 weeks old. It still smelled to me like paint. Really horrible job.
I want out.
In the mean time I'm going to get a membership to a gym for 10 bucks a month and just use their showers.
I'm going to buy some no VOC paint and recoat my apartment to seal in the older, higher VOC paint, and I'm going to re-do the tub, to my satisfaction. When they set these places up, whatever contractor they are using, is failing. They arent doing one coat, letting it dry, for a day, then applying the second coat. Its like they just throw some paint around. Its starting to occur to me that if you want things done right, you have to do them yourself..
My dad wanted me to try to let the apartment take care of it, when I bounced this off of him. I really don't trust them. To do it right, its a two day long deal, at least. And I doubt they will do that right. I don't want them slathering more toxic shit that won't dry. Stuff gives me a headache. Makes me slur words and forget how to say "Hungary". The only thing that seems to help other than removal for 24 hours is tons of transdermal magnesium. But that just makes me better able to detox.
My dad and I are at odds a lot. He will take my side on things, then flip flop. He's aging, so I think this may be part of this. He will forget his position.
I really wish people would do their jobs right. I'm a perfectionist. I could be a better cop, and a better painter. But I have sensitivities to chemicals in paint so I'd rather not (though I could wear a mask), and I don't want to arrest people for pot, or other drugs for that matter.
I really want to work toward a stone house. Or something. Glass. Everything inert. I don't like paint inside.