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holy fuck dude, i hate moving.
thank goodness a couple of good friends of mine were able to help with the furnature and shit. we moved all the furnature and most of the boxes and junk last weekend. i spent the week going back and forth between the apartments (i'm a block away from my last palce) for a few days. unpacked, got shit put away, etc.
thursday they come to turn me on... erm, turn on my internet/phone. and boy what a nightmare. the guy doing the work was super cool though. the wires in this place were installed by a group of drunken, dyslexic, amature chimps with a cutting problem.
...at least it seemed that way. tracing the wire from the phonejack to outside: spliced badly near the jack; U-nailed through around the wall and through my closet, where the wire was cleanly sliced; out of the closet and into my bedroom, where it was frayed; and finally out a hole in my bedroom wall, which lead abselutely nowhere.
he worked a while finding these and realizing he should just wire the whole thing again right from the outside. and he did it for NOTHING, what a sweetie. (nothing, as in, not reporting to Verizon that he worked in the house and gave me a jack, a $110 charge that he didn't charge!) i was so happy that i took a friend to go up the street, into my old place, where my phone, modem, and wires were still waiting.
just to find the building boarded up.
BOARDED UP? WTF, I HAVEN'T FINISHED GETTING MY SHIT OUT YET!!
which is why it's been until today that i've been able to get online. i've had to wait. i called my former landlord, Ron. he's such a fucking idiot. most people would hate him, but i can't hate someone who is so fucking stupid that he doesn't know he's being an asshole. my ex is exactly like this, by the way. i called the police first, who told me to call the owner. then i called Ron and told him and he acted like nothing happened. he mumbled something about Saturday and hung up on me.
Saturday morning i woke up sick(er, see following paragraphs). my dad and i go to break an entry. Dad is prying the board off the door when one of Ron's drunken crackhead friends (the ones crashing in the rear house) came and started getting all kinds of belligerant with us, making threats, yelling, threatening to call Ron and the cops etc. so i called Ron myself to explain. Ron tells me... get this... to stop harassing him. i've talked to the man twice in the last FOUR MONTHS. but i'm harassing him. seriously.
eventually we got the remaining shit out and boarded the place back up again. i honestly expected the police to come and harass us too, but that never happened. i went to the rear building and talked to the other drunken crackhead bums (that i know and are friendly with) and they mentioned that mister crabby face drunk wioke up like a real bitch with PMS that morning. we all had a laugh over that.
moving sucks so damn bad. we ended up leaving all sorts of junk in the house. i feel bad about that, you know? i'm not that kind of person. but Ron is a fucktard that's not planning on renting the shit out anytime soon. apparently he gets a tax write-off for it being boarded up. because Ron is well off and lives in a fucking mansion and drives a fucking Mercedes. i didn't leave any food garbage to go bad, it's all just trash, broken toys, and shit i wanted to donate, but i couldn't without packing them and bringing them here and putting them god knows where and i don't have the room for that shit and didn't want to bother. so whoever buys this house in the future will find some things they prolly won't want, lol.
also, i am sick of being sick. i've been sick for what seems like a month (more like three weeks). it was a cold that the kids bought home, that turned into this lingering cough that i couldn't shake, and now i'm definately sick with something more serious. i FEEL sick, and my cough tastes sick, and everyhting is yellow. ew ew ew.
thank goodness a couple of good friends of mine were able to help with the furnature and shit. we moved all the furnature and most of the boxes and junk last weekend. i spent the week going back and forth between the apartments (i'm a block away from my last palce) for a few days. unpacked, got shit put away, etc.
thursday they come to turn me on... erm, turn on my internet/phone. and boy what a nightmare. the guy doing the work was super cool though. the wires in this place were installed by a group of drunken, dyslexic, amature chimps with a cutting problem.
...at least it seemed that way. tracing the wire from the phonejack to outside: spliced badly near the jack; U-nailed through around the wall and through my closet, where the wire was cleanly sliced; out of the closet and into my bedroom, where it was frayed; and finally out a hole in my bedroom wall, which lead abselutely nowhere.
he worked a while finding these and realizing he should just wire the whole thing again right from the outside. and he did it for NOTHING, what a sweetie. (nothing, as in, not reporting to Verizon that he worked in the house and gave me a jack, a $110 charge that he didn't charge!) i was so happy that i took a friend to go up the street, into my old place, where my phone, modem, and wires were still waiting.
just to find the building boarded up.
BOARDED UP? WTF, I HAVEN'T FINISHED GETTING MY SHIT OUT YET!!
which is why it's been until today that i've been able to get online. i've had to wait. i called my former landlord, Ron. he's such a fucking idiot. most people would hate him, but i can't hate someone who is so fucking stupid that he doesn't know he's being an asshole. my ex is exactly like this, by the way. i called the police first, who told me to call the owner. then i called Ron and told him and he acted like nothing happened. he mumbled something about Saturday and hung up on me.
Saturday morning i woke up sick(er, see following paragraphs). my dad and i go to break an entry. Dad is prying the board off the door when one of Ron's drunken crackhead friends (the ones crashing in the rear house) came and started getting all kinds of belligerant with us, making threats, yelling, threatening to call Ron and the cops etc. so i called Ron myself to explain. Ron tells me... get this... to stop harassing him. i've talked to the man twice in the last FOUR MONTHS. but i'm harassing him. seriously.
eventually we got the remaining shit out and boarded the place back up again. i honestly expected the police to come and harass us too, but that never happened. i went to the rear building and talked to the other drunken crackhead bums (that i know and are friendly with) and they mentioned that mister crabby face drunk wioke up like a real bitch with PMS that morning. we all had a laugh over that.
moving sucks so damn bad. we ended up leaving all sorts of junk in the house. i feel bad about that, you know? i'm not that kind of person. but Ron is a fucktard that's not planning on renting the shit out anytime soon. apparently he gets a tax write-off for it being boarded up. because Ron is well off and lives in a fucking mansion and drives a fucking Mercedes. i didn't leave any food garbage to go bad, it's all just trash, broken toys, and shit i wanted to donate, but i couldn't without packing them and bringing them here and putting them god knows where and i don't have the room for that shit and didn't want to bother. so whoever buys this house in the future will find some things they prolly won't want, lol.
also, i am sick of being sick. i've been sick for what seems like a month (more like three weeks). it was a cold that the kids bought home, that turned into this lingering cough that i couldn't shake, and now i'm definately sick with something more serious. i FEEL sick, and my cough tastes sick, and everyhting is yellow. ew ew ew.