Feb 20, 2010 15:17
I have the feeling Al and I are going to come to blows before our shit is moved out of the house over there.
So, electric was on in my name for the last, oh, six months I think. I let it lapse the last couple because, well, my money was going towards getting my OWN place and not upkeeping someone else's shithole.
When Angie and I went in the other night the electricity was off. That sucked, as we had to navigate by cell phone, but whatever. We went back in yesterday during the DAY when it's LIGHT OUT to get more stuff. Cleaned up the downstairs and tossed whatever was around into boxes. No big deal. Upstairs still isn't clean by far, but it's getting there.
At 2:20AM this morning, Al calls. Leaves a bitchy message along the lines of 'The electricity is off, thanks a lot. I don't know how we're going to get this place clean and I'm still not happy with how dirty the house is.'.
This, of course, gives me a good laugh and I also have ZERO sympathy. Great, the electricity is off. Either go over there during the day and do whatever you have to do, or get the lights turned back on.
Oh, wait. You can't. Because you owe the electric company $700.
Whoops!
Sucks to be you.
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