gkainz
Final Approach
or subtitled "Stupid crap I did on my Christmas Vacation"
Ok, she actually just bought 1 week of a house in La Jolla, CA.
edit - just realized this post may rival Nate's for word count ...
I hate CA ... since leaving after the Navy, I swore I would never set foot in CA again.
But then I got a job offer in CA ... so I went back.
And then I married a CA native.
I spent our first 5 years together trying to convince her we needed to move elsewhere. When we were engaged, I interviewed for a job in Switzerland. She said "too far away". So, I interviewed for a job in PAX River, MD ... still too far away. So, that summer we attended a family reunion in CO, and I interviewed for a job in Colorado Springs for (one of the) Cheyenne Mountain modernization projects, and she said "maybe I can handle Colorado." The project didn't happen as scheduled, or the interviewing company didn't win the contract - I don't recall which, but upshot is - it didn't happen. However, I was president of San Diego Oracle User Group (small small startup group at the time - 1989) and happened to start making contacts with other users and user groups. Ended up interviewing with Oracle in Denver, but the job they were interviewing for was in Salt Lake City. Lovely wife didn't think me moving her to Denver and leaving her alone there all week while I built databases in Salt Lake was something she was up for.
Shortly after, I interviewed and landed a job with Coors Ceramics and packed up and said "Adios!" to CA ... yeah, but since her family is still here - I reluctantly have to come back regularly.
Anyway - we have a nephew getting married here so lovely SoCal spouse decides to rent a house in order to allow all the kids and spouses and grandkids to attend the wedding - as a Christmas present to them all. Since she tackles all our vacation planning with the skills and tenacity of a travel agent (back when they actually HAD travel agents), and prides herself on procuring 5 star vacations for 1 star prices, she went to work. Our first venture into AirBnB, VRBO, et al style rentals, and she was quickly frustrated. All these apps have calendars, and the properties are linked to those calendars. However, she quickly discovered that had no relationship with reality. After narrowing down the choices to a few candidates, inquiries started coming back with "sorry, not available" even though the calendars said they were. Oh, and it appears that all booking inquiries start with "enter your credit card info" and suddenly we had a significant sum pending on our card, waiting the results of the reservation.
Then the fun REALLY began! After those rejections, she found a beautiful house with resort style amenities - pool, hot tub, putting green... (choke) acceptable price (outside budget but marginally acceptable) and booked it. The reservation system accepted the reservation, charged the card and stress levels lowered a bit. This was 6 weeks before our travel date, and a little lack of procedural information seemed odd, but a friend who rents his mountain cabin assured us that this is normal. Check in information would be forthcoming, as is normal, he said.
My wife is the planner in the family. It drives her up the wall to not have everything planned out well, WELL in advance ... she packs for trips a week in advance. It drives her up the wall that I pack MAYBE an hour before departure ... occasionally the night before, if I am really feeling adventurous!
So, we send another email to the owner via the reservation system with no response. We find out how to actually talk to a person, who promised to contact the owner for further information. Another day goes by, and ... 1 week before departure date ... we get a text "... the property is not available. Sorry for any inconvenience."
My wife instantly ramps up to "justifiable homocide" or maybe "shock and awe" mode... texting back and forth, it turns out the owner "thought they might" travel for the holidays, listed their property, then "forgot" to ask his wife, and "forgot" about the listing! Who DOES stupid crap like that?
Anyway, more panic and pandemonium ensues, and we finally procure a property thru a rental agency we've never heard of (strike 1) on a property that is "newly listed" (strike 2), and has no online reviews (strike 3). "But, hey - it's in La Jolla! How bad can it be?"
Check in is 2 pm. We arrived in San Diego at 11am Christmas Day and have dinner with brother-in-law and family. The texts start coming in, delaying our check in by an hour at time, until finally we get the details that the sewer is clogged and they're waiting on an emergency plumber (remember - it's Christmas Day ... ok, NIGHT now). We're welcome to "come make yourselves at home" which I decline, because if I truly made myself at home, that means I would be snaking the sewer! No, thanks. ... except by 8 pm, we're wearing our welcome out at bro-in-law, people are tired and want to unwind, so we head to the La Jolla house.
Master bedroom toilet is plugged, flooded the bathroom, but no other rooms, so we drop luggage in the living room and wait. The choices are we can wait up for the plumber to arrive some time between 10pm and midnight, or come back in the morning after the plumbing problem has been resolved. At this point, there are NO other choices ... not even upgrading the compact rental car to a Suburban and sleeping in it. We wait. And I let the plumber in while he works on the problem. 10 trips back and forth to the truck for progressively bigger cables, snakes and tools, and at midnight he proclaims "problem solved" and we go to bed.
The next morning we wake up to everyone sneezing their faces off, congestion and coughing and allergy symptoms. I see new furnace filters in the garage, which leads me to believe that was an intended but unfinished job. Yep - furnace filter looks like a wolf in a winter pelt. Changed that out, then noticed the furnace flue was not even connected to the chimney ... put that back in place enough to be somewhat confident we aren't all going to die of CO poisoning in our sleep ... I hoped. ... days later and we're still alive, so I succeeded.
The next morning's adventures discovered ... no trash cans, kitchen service for 4 (we're 8), towels for 4 (we're still 8), WiFi but no cable tv service, garbage disposal jammed, pool advertised as "heated" but the solar heat plumbing neatly piled along side the house. 60* is not "heated". Son and son-in-law tried the pool anyway. Yep, you almost CAN walk on water, while trying to get back out of cold water!
On to stupid tourist tricks that I should have known better, but succumbed to peer pressure anyway - In-N-Out burger at lunch time during holiday week ... 200 people trying to park in a 50 spot lot, cramming into a 90 person seating area and order burgers and limp rubbery fries (I forgot about the off-menu secret of "well-done fries").
A few more days of surprises in store, I'm sure, but for now ... I still hate CA ...
Ok, she actually just bought 1 week of a house in La Jolla, CA.
edit - just realized this post may rival Nate's for word count ...
I hate CA ... since leaving after the Navy, I swore I would never set foot in CA again.
But then I got a job offer in CA ... so I went back.
And then I married a CA native.
I spent our first 5 years together trying to convince her we needed to move elsewhere. When we were engaged, I interviewed for a job in Switzerland. She said "too far away". So, I interviewed for a job in PAX River, MD ... still too far away. So, that summer we attended a family reunion in CO, and I interviewed for a job in Colorado Springs for (one of the) Cheyenne Mountain modernization projects, and she said "maybe I can handle Colorado." The project didn't happen as scheduled, or the interviewing company didn't win the contract - I don't recall which, but upshot is - it didn't happen. However, I was president of San Diego Oracle User Group (small small startup group at the time - 1989) and happened to start making contacts with other users and user groups. Ended up interviewing with Oracle in Denver, but the job they were interviewing for was in Salt Lake City. Lovely wife didn't think me moving her to Denver and leaving her alone there all week while I built databases in Salt Lake was something she was up for.
Shortly after, I interviewed and landed a job with Coors Ceramics and packed up and said "Adios!" to CA ... yeah, but since her family is still here - I reluctantly have to come back regularly.
Anyway - we have a nephew getting married here so lovely SoCal spouse decides to rent a house in order to allow all the kids and spouses and grandkids to attend the wedding - as a Christmas present to them all. Since she tackles all our vacation planning with the skills and tenacity of a travel agent (back when they actually HAD travel agents), and prides herself on procuring 5 star vacations for 1 star prices, she went to work. Our first venture into AirBnB, VRBO, et al style rentals, and she was quickly frustrated. All these apps have calendars, and the properties are linked to those calendars. However, she quickly discovered that had no relationship with reality. After narrowing down the choices to a few candidates, inquiries started coming back with "sorry, not available" even though the calendars said they were. Oh, and it appears that all booking inquiries start with "enter your credit card info" and suddenly we had a significant sum pending on our card, waiting the results of the reservation.
Then the fun REALLY began! After those rejections, she found a beautiful house with resort style amenities - pool, hot tub, putting green... (choke) acceptable price (outside budget but marginally acceptable) and booked it. The reservation system accepted the reservation, charged the card and stress levels lowered a bit. This was 6 weeks before our travel date, and a little lack of procedural information seemed odd, but a friend who rents his mountain cabin assured us that this is normal. Check in information would be forthcoming, as is normal, he said.
My wife is the planner in the family. It drives her up the wall to not have everything planned out well, WELL in advance ... she packs for trips a week in advance. It drives her up the wall that I pack MAYBE an hour before departure ... occasionally the night before, if I am really feeling adventurous!
So, we send another email to the owner via the reservation system with no response. We find out how to actually talk to a person, who promised to contact the owner for further information. Another day goes by, and ... 1 week before departure date ... we get a text "... the property is not available. Sorry for any inconvenience."
My wife instantly ramps up to "justifiable homocide" or maybe "shock and awe" mode... texting back and forth, it turns out the owner "thought they might" travel for the holidays, listed their property, then "forgot" to ask his wife, and "forgot" about the listing! Who DOES stupid crap like that?
Anyway, more panic and pandemonium ensues, and we finally procure a property thru a rental agency we've never heard of (strike 1) on a property that is "newly listed" (strike 2), and has no online reviews (strike 3). "But, hey - it's in La Jolla! How bad can it be?"
Check in is 2 pm. We arrived in San Diego at 11am Christmas Day and have dinner with brother-in-law and family. The texts start coming in, delaying our check in by an hour at time, until finally we get the details that the sewer is clogged and they're waiting on an emergency plumber (remember - it's Christmas Day ... ok, NIGHT now). We're welcome to "come make yourselves at home" which I decline, because if I truly made myself at home, that means I would be snaking the sewer! No, thanks. ... except by 8 pm, we're wearing our welcome out at bro-in-law, people are tired and want to unwind, so we head to the La Jolla house.
Master bedroom toilet is plugged, flooded the bathroom, but no other rooms, so we drop luggage in the living room and wait. The choices are we can wait up for the plumber to arrive some time between 10pm and midnight, or come back in the morning after the plumbing problem has been resolved. At this point, there are NO other choices ... not even upgrading the compact rental car to a Suburban and sleeping in it. We wait. And I let the plumber in while he works on the problem. 10 trips back and forth to the truck for progressively bigger cables, snakes and tools, and at midnight he proclaims "problem solved" and we go to bed.
The next morning we wake up to everyone sneezing their faces off, congestion and coughing and allergy symptoms. I see new furnace filters in the garage, which leads me to believe that was an intended but unfinished job. Yep - furnace filter looks like a wolf in a winter pelt. Changed that out, then noticed the furnace flue was not even connected to the chimney ... put that back in place enough to be somewhat confident we aren't all going to die of CO poisoning in our sleep ... I hoped. ... days later and we're still alive, so I succeeded.
The next morning's adventures discovered ... no trash cans, kitchen service for 4 (we're 8), towels for 4 (we're still 8), WiFi but no cable tv service, garbage disposal jammed, pool advertised as "heated" but the solar heat plumbing neatly piled along side the house. 60* is not "heated". Son and son-in-law tried the pool anyway. Yep, you almost CAN walk on water, while trying to get back out of cold water!
On to stupid tourist tricks that I should have known better, but succumbed to peer pressure anyway - In-N-Out burger at lunch time during holiday week ... 200 people trying to park in a 50 spot lot, cramming into a 90 person seating area and order burgers and limp rubbery fries (I forgot about the off-menu secret of "well-done fries").
A few more days of surprises in store, I'm sure, but for now ... I still hate CA ...
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