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Today has been evil. I think it's Monday in disguise.
Last night I received a notification that our apartment building was going to be sprayed for cockroaches on Wednesday. I thought next week's Wednesday, but this morning when I looked at the note again, I realized, no, it's today! FUCK! So I ran around like crazy emptying my cupboards, and closets, and pulling things away from the wall, and making up Kaylee's travel box to be warm, because we have nowhere to go, and hell, I'm not going to work today.
FINALLY the dude shows up, checks for evidence of roaches in my apartment (none, thank goodness!), and then explains that he only needs to spray these two different non-toxic things in strategic places in my apartment, so I don't need to leave with my cat. YAY!
And now I just have the pantry cupboards and my bedroom closet to reassemble. But I'm tired and I don't want to.
And goddamn it! Why won't anyone at this particular YMCA answer my calls, or my voicemail messages? I'm trying to make sure everything is okay for our sessions tomorrow and Friday, and I can't reach anybody, and it's making me so fucking nervous, I want to barf. I'd cry, but I did that already this morning while freaking out and trying to get shit moved, and accidentally breaking something, and blah.
ETA: Still don't know about the room, but atleast we've got lunch coming.
Last night I received a notification that our apartment building was going to be sprayed for cockroaches on Wednesday. I thought next week's Wednesday, but this morning when I looked at the note again, I realized, no, it's today! FUCK! So I ran around like crazy emptying my cupboards, and closets, and pulling things away from the wall, and making up Kaylee's travel box to be warm, because we have nowhere to go, and hell, I'm not going to work today.
FINALLY the dude shows up, checks for evidence of roaches in my apartment (none, thank goodness!), and then explains that he only needs to spray these two different non-toxic things in strategic places in my apartment, so I don't need to leave with my cat. YAY!
And now I just have the pantry cupboards and my bedroom closet to reassemble. But I'm tired and I don't want to.
And goddamn it! Why won't anyone at this particular YMCA answer my calls, or my voicemail messages? I'm trying to make sure everything is okay for our sessions tomorrow and Friday, and I can't reach anybody, and it's making me so fucking nervous, I want to barf. I'd cry, but I did that already this morning while freaking out and trying to get shit moved, and accidentally breaking something, and blah.
ETA: Still don't know about the room, but atleast we've got lunch coming.