So I'm moving, right?
First of all, right now, I really wish my parents had come up. This is beyond frustrating. Honestly though, how could they expect their daughter, who has no money and no vehicle, to move all of her furniture across town? The good news is that their daughter has a fierce independent streak (hahahahahaha) and is doing just fine, thank you very much. She just kind of wants to rip the heads off all the idiots she's surrounded by in this infernal hellhole.
Let's start with the new roommates, shall we? Dave promised he would help me move. It's literally the only thing I've asked of them. ((Things they've asked of me: can you give me some gas money? can we smoke a bowl/blunt? (at least 3-5 times/day) can i have another beer? can i borrow $x? (generally for drugs/alcohol) can i bum a cigarette? and you know what? I usually say yes. Cause I'm like that.))
This past weekend, Dave kept putting off helping me until 'tomorrow.' Well, since I have to be out of the old house by Wednesday at 12pm, yesterday I said we had to move at least some of it. Now, Dave has a truck, so of course my main goal was furniture. They tried, halfheartedly, to put my loveseat in the back, all while ignoring my instructions to turn it over so it would actually fit. After determining that the couch was going to cause more harm than good, I told them to just throw it curbside. Ten minutes later, some people with a hatchback came and shoved it in the back of their car. Now, I know that hatchies can haul anything, but I'm pretty sure that if it fit back there, it would have fit in Dave's truck. Just saying.
Anyway, the boys are the worst packers ever, so we of course did not get everything out of the house. Remaining items: a tv ((not technically mine, I'm more babysitting it)), a table ((and its corresponding chairs)), a punching bag, and a gigantic tupperware container. Dave doesn't get off work until 11.30. Their plan? We'll go tomorrow morning. Well shit, son. Nevermind the fact that I have to be at work at 10 and that with their retarded skills they probably won't be able to fit all of those things in the truck.
Now on to the old roommates. Last night, when I went to move the furniture, I saw the girls for the first time in a few days. Veronica said, "We all have to clean tonight." I had no problems with that statement except for the fact that I was fucking exhausted. So was Laura. So we all agreed we would do it tonight instead. About an hour ago, Veronica sent me a text message, "The power is off for good." How the motherfuck are we supposed to clean a house that has no power? According to the house's resident genius, it's by vacuuming with an extension cord from the neighbor's. We don't even own a fucking extension cord. And I'll be damned before I scrub a bathroom in the dark with no air conditioning or water. So I guess that means bye-bye security deposit. Good thing I wasn't counting on Laura getting that back to us anyway.
I think this is the kind of story that should have a moral. And that moral is- don't have roommates.
Let's start with the new roommates, shall we? Dave promised he would help me move. It's literally the only thing I've asked of them. ((Things they've asked of me: can you give me some gas money? can we smoke a bowl/blunt? (at least 3-5 times/day) can i have another beer? can i borrow $x? (generally for drugs/alcohol) can i bum a cigarette? and you know what? I usually say yes. Cause I'm like that.))
This past weekend, Dave kept putting off helping me until 'tomorrow.' Well, since I have to be out of the old house by Wednesday at 12pm, yesterday I said we had to move at least some of it. Now, Dave has a truck, so of course my main goal was furniture. They tried, halfheartedly, to put my loveseat in the back, all while ignoring my instructions to turn it over so it would actually fit. After determining that the couch was going to cause more harm than good, I told them to just throw it curbside. Ten minutes later, some people with a hatchback came and shoved it in the back of their car. Now, I know that hatchies can haul anything, but I'm pretty sure that if it fit back there, it would have fit in Dave's truck. Just saying.
Anyway, the boys are the worst packers ever, so we of course did not get everything out of the house. Remaining items: a tv ((not technically mine, I'm more babysitting it)), a table ((and its corresponding chairs)), a punching bag, and a gigantic tupperware container. Dave doesn't get off work until 11.30. Their plan? We'll go tomorrow morning. Well shit, son. Nevermind the fact that I have to be at work at 10 and that with their retarded skills they probably won't be able to fit all of those things in the truck.
Now on to the old roommates. Last night, when I went to move the furniture, I saw the girls for the first time in a few days. Veronica said, "We all have to clean tonight." I had no problems with that statement except for the fact that I was fucking exhausted. So was Laura. So we all agreed we would do it tonight instead. About an hour ago, Veronica sent me a text message, "The power is off for good." How the motherfuck are we supposed to clean a house that has no power? According to the house's resident genius, it's by vacuuming with an extension cord from the neighbor's. We don't even own a fucking extension cord. And I'll be damned before I scrub a bathroom in the dark with no air conditioning or water. So I guess that means bye-bye security deposit. Good thing I wasn't counting on Laura getting that back to us anyway.
I think this is the kind of story that should have a moral. And that moral is- don't have roommates.