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Moving. I hate it. I am going to stay in this apt for the rest of my life. Children, grandchildren, aliens. I don't care what befalls me. I am staying here.
Suddenly the landlady tells me that the painters were supposed to come and paint on the 31st but the old tenants did not get out fast enough. She wanted them to paint this weekend. My mother is very sensitive to smells. If she lets them paint we can't stay in the apt.
Let me paint you all a little picture on how my move in went:
Yesterday, not more than two minutes after my second helper arrives I get an angry phone call from our friend who is giving us his futon. Somehow we got our wires crossed. I told him that the guys were not getting to my place until 5:45. He decided that is when I was supposed to show up at his place. He didn't remember that I said we would call him. So we hightail it to his place. Three times I try to talk to him calmly about how things are going to go down. He is in too much of a hurry to listen. We put things into new apt. We have to rush off to get futon frame so he takes off.... He claims that he told me he was coming right back. This may be. If so I didn't hear him. No one did. So more wires got crossed. I get back from the futon store and everyone is hungry. Lets go eat in air conditioning they say. I say ok. So we leave, with my cell phone in the apt since the batteries were almost dead. We get to the restaurant and I realize that he and my new roomie may need to get into the apt. She has no keys. I have no cellphone and don't have either of their numbers. I ask one of my helpers to leave his cellphone on in case they call. They do. And he is mad as all get out... screaming at me. I rush back to the apt. Let them in. Give her keys. And my escort and I arrive back at the restaurant after everyone is almost done eating.
Then we get back. Two of my four helpers bail so now three of us try to assemble things. That is when I realize that the futon is not a queen but a full. My parents brought queen sheets to sleep on. So now the bed itself is smaller and the sheets won't fit. He gave us some sheets but they are scratchy and I know my parents would prefer softer ones... The queen sheets they are bringing might be fine but we might need them for the blow up mattress I am sure they will want to retreive from my place since the bed is smaller. So I decide to buy sheets today. And after lugging myself through the mall while I feel like crap I notice that I brought back two flat sheets instead of one flat and one fitted.... ARGGGHHHHH!!!!
Then I call her to find out about the holes in the walls of the apt and the tub and she tells me the painters are coming in today. Now she is trying to postpone them until Monday. I hope she succeeds. I am too tired to go back to the mall. I can't work because I am tired and stressed. I just want to sleep for three days.
But not all is bad... the new a/c in the apt works well. My new roomie likes her room and I like mine. And I have some clean clothes to wear and food to eat.
Suddenly the landlady tells me that the painters were supposed to come and paint on the 31st but the old tenants did not get out fast enough. She wanted them to paint this weekend. My mother is very sensitive to smells. If she lets them paint we can't stay in the apt.
Let me paint you all a little picture on how my move in went:
Yesterday, not more than two minutes after my second helper arrives I get an angry phone call from our friend who is giving us his futon. Somehow we got our wires crossed. I told him that the guys were not getting to my place until 5:45. He decided that is when I was supposed to show up at his place. He didn't remember that I said we would call him. So we hightail it to his place. Three times I try to talk to him calmly about how things are going to go down. He is in too much of a hurry to listen. We put things into new apt. We have to rush off to get futon frame so he takes off.... He claims that he told me he was coming right back. This may be. If so I didn't hear him. No one did. So more wires got crossed. I get back from the futon store and everyone is hungry. Lets go eat in air conditioning they say. I say ok. So we leave, with my cell phone in the apt since the batteries were almost dead. We get to the restaurant and I realize that he and my new roomie may need to get into the apt. She has no keys. I have no cellphone and don't have either of their numbers. I ask one of my helpers to leave his cellphone on in case they call. They do. And he is mad as all get out... screaming at me. I rush back to the apt. Let them in. Give her keys. And my escort and I arrive back at the restaurant after everyone is almost done eating.
Then we get back. Two of my four helpers bail so now three of us try to assemble things. That is when I realize that the futon is not a queen but a full. My parents brought queen sheets to sleep on. So now the bed itself is smaller and the sheets won't fit. He gave us some sheets but they are scratchy and I know my parents would prefer softer ones... The queen sheets they are bringing might be fine but we might need them for the blow up mattress I am sure they will want to retreive from my place since the bed is smaller. So I decide to buy sheets today. And after lugging myself through the mall while I feel like crap I notice that I brought back two flat sheets instead of one flat and one fitted.... ARGGGHHHHH!!!!
Then I call her to find out about the holes in the walls of the apt and the tub and she tells me the painters are coming in today. Now she is trying to postpone them until Monday. I hope she succeeds. I am too tired to go back to the mall. I can't work because I am tired and stressed. I just want to sleep for three days.
But not all is bad... the new a/c in the apt works well. My new roomie likes her room and I like mine. And I have some clean clothes to wear and food to eat.
