If I weren't so tired...
...I'd probably be even angrier. Today is the last day of our lease out in the ghetto. We had to have the keys turned in at noon today, and we both have to work today, so basically we had to be ready to drop them off this morning. We didn't finish moving and cleaning until fucking 4am. And then I woke up at 6:30am to come to work, and I will probably be here for most of the day. My hours for today are 8-1pm, but I have at least 3 big work tasks that I would like to finish up (as much as humanly possible, anyway), plus several smaller miscellaneous tasks, PLUS since it's my last day AND Rimo's last day, we have to have a little party (which I appreciate, but that's 1.5 hours that I won't be working). Plus I have to clean up my desk and my computer. Sheesh.
So yeah, I'm pissed because Jason packs SO SLOWLY. At 1:30am we still had a living room full of mostly his stuff. I took my first load to Duluth in the morning, and all he had accomplished by the time I got back was folding his laundry. After my second trip to Duluth in the evening, I came back and his entire progress consisted of unloading the refridgerator and taking the contents to his dad's house. There was of course packing and moving in between those times, but not nearly enough. Apparently they decided to take advantage of the trailor he had gotten for the weekend to move his step-sister out of her apartment, which she was supposed to be out of a few months ago. Ok, that makes sense. Use the trailor to use the big stuff, and then take care of the little stuff later. So they had it all day on Saturday. Then Jason decides that, after he takes a load of stuff to his dad's house, he'll go and help his sister move out some more. I am all for helping people out, but we have fucking deadline! She is already several months late in moving out of this apartment, so what the fuck difference does a few more days make? I am still so VERY pissed off (perhaps because of the 2.5 hours of sleep I got), and he knows it. I'm not sure if he knows that I consider a large chunk of it to be his fault. I think I can sleep a lot tomorrow. At least more than 2.5 hours.
In other news, Monkey and Kiki are in their new home for the next two years. Kiki was pretty pissed and Monkey was pretty disturbed, but all in all they seem to be taking it pretty well. Kiki whipped out the soft paws of fury on Wrinkles and Wrinkles got all upset. Monkey explored a little and was ok with Wrinkles sniffing her, so that has potential. Tiger seemed generally uninterested. I'll see how they're doing when I get home tonight.
I'm excited that it's my last day of work, although I don't feel excited. Maybe that's because all I feel is TIRED.
So yeah, I'm pissed because Jason packs SO SLOWLY. At 1:30am we still had a living room full of mostly his stuff. I took my first load to Duluth in the morning, and all he had accomplished by the time I got back was folding his laundry. After my second trip to Duluth in the evening, I came back and his entire progress consisted of unloading the refridgerator and taking the contents to his dad's house. There was of course packing and moving in between those times, but not nearly enough. Apparently they decided to take advantage of the trailor he had gotten for the weekend to move his step-sister out of her apartment, which she was supposed to be out of a few months ago. Ok, that makes sense. Use the trailor to use the big stuff, and then take care of the little stuff later. So they had it all day on Saturday. Then Jason decides that, after he takes a load of stuff to his dad's house, he'll go and help his sister move out some more. I am all for helping people out, but we have fucking deadline! She is already several months late in moving out of this apartment, so what the fuck difference does a few more days make? I am still so VERY pissed off (perhaps because of the 2.5 hours of sleep I got), and he knows it. I'm not sure if he knows that I consider a large chunk of it to be his fault. I think I can sleep a lot tomorrow. At least more than 2.5 hours.
In other news, Monkey and Kiki are in their new home for the next two years. Kiki was pretty pissed and Monkey was pretty disturbed, but all in all they seem to be taking it pretty well. Kiki whipped out the soft paws of fury on Wrinkles and Wrinkles got all upset. Monkey explored a little and was ok with Wrinkles sniffing her, so that has potential. Tiger seemed generally uninterested. I'll see how they're doing when I get home tonight.
I'm excited that it's my last day of work, although I don't feel excited. Maybe that's because all I feel is TIRED.