What a stupid thing...
So my land lord apparently cares a lot more about 60 days notice than I thought... since she talked to Bryan and told him how could I be moving without my sixty days notice? I thought it didn't matter one bit because I am
-leaving whether I give my notice or not
and
-paying the $450 fee for leaving early.
I guess I will write up a notice that I am leaving today, and slip it under her door...
(sorry this is so scattered but I'm just thinking about a lot of things right now)
Fuck I really need tomorrow off... I want to just call in sick but I plan on doing that next saturday if they schedule me... :/ even if I request the time off, I'm not gaurenteed to get it because its the Toronto Film Festival weekend and that means we're super busy. So the only other option is to call in sick.
But I don't know how it will work to get the elevator on service if my landlord hasn't confirmed with me yet, and I can't talk to her because its a saturaday and even when I do manage to get a hold of her it will be out of the 9-5 buisness day, and I dont know what to dooooooooo about it other than make the trips super annoyingly long and hold the elevator doors as long as you can to get the stuff in until it shuts on you and you can't do anything about it and it just goes.
I don't know how I can get from work to the apartment in time. I can ask to leave early...but I just don't know. I have to pack all my clothes tonight, which isn't hard but I feel like I have so much shit... and I feel like I dont know how we can move all of it in such a short time.
And to add all that bryan is being a COMPLETE DICK to me. i came home and he is like... what is this? and brings me over to the kitchen where I broke a lightbulb this morning. I was like.. i broke a light bulb. we dont have a broom and i didnt have time to try and pick it up. he's like.. yeah well what if people step on it? ... uh. dont be an idiot and dont step on it then. its in the 'dining room' over by the door to the porch so i have no idea why he would even walk over there.. then he's like yeah and there's nails all over the floor. and i ask where and he points to one nail on the floor that has obviously rolled off from the counter... and i just look at him and say... thats not hard to pick up.
theres more shit but i dont feel like talking about it its just all anooying and he's picking fights with me. im worried that i will get fucked by moving too but its too late to worry about that.. its done and done and as soon as I pay the 450$ fee i dont believe i will be responsible for the lease as long as bryans name is still on it. if i fuck him over then i fuck him over. i cant live here anymore and i have to leave and thats that.
:/
i wanted moving to be happy!
-leaving whether I give my notice or not
and
-paying the $450 fee for leaving early.
I guess I will write up a notice that I am leaving today, and slip it under her door...
(sorry this is so scattered but I'm just thinking about a lot of things right now)
Fuck I really need tomorrow off... I want to just call in sick but I plan on doing that next saturday if they schedule me... :/ even if I request the time off, I'm not gaurenteed to get it because its the Toronto Film Festival weekend and that means we're super busy. So the only other option is to call in sick.
But I don't know how it will work to get the elevator on service if my landlord hasn't confirmed with me yet, and I can't talk to her because its a saturaday and even when I do manage to get a hold of her it will be out of the 9-5 buisness day, and I dont know what to dooooooooo about it other than make the trips super annoyingly long and hold the elevator doors as long as you can to get the stuff in until it shuts on you and you can't do anything about it and it just goes.
I don't know how I can get from work to the apartment in time. I can ask to leave early...but I just don't know. I have to pack all my clothes tonight, which isn't hard but I feel like I have so much shit... and I feel like I dont know how we can move all of it in such a short time.
And to add all that bryan is being a COMPLETE DICK to me. i came home and he is like... what is this? and brings me over to the kitchen where I broke a lightbulb this morning. I was like.. i broke a light bulb. we dont have a broom and i didnt have time to try and pick it up. he's like.. yeah well what if people step on it? ... uh. dont be an idiot and dont step on it then. its in the 'dining room' over by the door to the porch so i have no idea why he would even walk over there.. then he's like yeah and there's nails all over the floor. and i ask where and he points to one nail on the floor that has obviously rolled off from the counter... and i just look at him and say... thats not hard to pick up.
theres more shit but i dont feel like talking about it its just all anooying and he's picking fights with me. im worried that i will get fucked by moving too but its too late to worry about that.. its done and done and as soon as I pay the 450$ fee i dont believe i will be responsible for the lease as long as bryans name is still on it. if i fuck him over then i fuck him over. i cant live here anymore and i have to leave and thats that.
:/
i wanted moving to be happy!