Okay.
I did not plan this move well, AT ALL.
I was in such a rush to get things done that I didn't really think it through. We rented a U-Haul. Technically, my mom rented us a U-Haul. And for some fucked up reason, I thought it would be a good idea to move the beds first. So, now I'm panicked and thinking, "Where am I going to shower for work? Where am I going to eat? Am I going to sleep at the house and drive to the apartment to shower and get dressed before work in the morning? We're going to have to come back over here tonight to watch True Blood. But we can't do that, because it's not child appropriate. And they won't be in bed by 8pm!"
My next day off isn't until Wednesday. If we don't get all of the moving done today, it won't be finished until Wednesday. I can't drive over here to shower every morning until Wednesday! And we won't have the U-Haul then either.
And I'm really going to miss this apartment with 2 full bathrooms, beautiful fans, a chandelier in the dining room, no bugs! Oh, the bugs.
$800/month for a 3 bedroom is nice. It's a great price. That's what I was thinking when I signed a 2 year lease. A 2 year lease? WHAT THE HELL DID I GET MYSELF INTO??? ...and when can I get Comcast switched over?
I'm sad and frustrated. I don't want to leave this apartment. I've had a hard life, I deserve to be able to live somewhere nice.
I'm not a victim by any means. And I won't play the victim. I deserve better, though.
Although, we'd never get any of our debts paid off if we stayed here.
Which reminds me, I need to get change of address forms from the post office.
I guess I will have to miss True Blood tonight. I have to clean and line the cupboards anyway. Maybe I'll have a glass of wine while I line my cupboards.
I want to scream and cry and light the house on fire. But then I wouldn't have anywhere to live in a week.
Plus, none of my art sold at the art show. It didn't really get much of a reaction at all. I didn't see very many people even stop to look at it.
It's a bad week. I know it could be worse. And, trust me, my life has been much, much worse.
I want to quit my job and go on a vacation and have some time to reassess my situation. But I'm not a young, single anything anymore. So, I can't.
I hope you're all having better days than I.
I wish all of my friends on SG happiness. Boatloads of nausea-inducing, rainbows-shooting-out-of-your-eyes happiness. And puppies.
I did not plan this move well, AT ALL.
I was in such a rush to get things done that I didn't really think it through. We rented a U-Haul. Technically, my mom rented us a U-Haul. And for some fucked up reason, I thought it would be a good idea to move the beds first. So, now I'm panicked and thinking, "Where am I going to shower for work? Where am I going to eat? Am I going to sleep at the house and drive to the apartment to shower and get dressed before work in the morning? We're going to have to come back over here tonight to watch True Blood. But we can't do that, because it's not child appropriate. And they won't be in bed by 8pm!"
My next day off isn't until Wednesday. If we don't get all of the moving done today, it won't be finished until Wednesday. I can't drive over here to shower every morning until Wednesday! And we won't have the U-Haul then either.
And I'm really going to miss this apartment with 2 full bathrooms, beautiful fans, a chandelier in the dining room, no bugs! Oh, the bugs.
$800/month for a 3 bedroom is nice. It's a great price. That's what I was thinking when I signed a 2 year lease. A 2 year lease? WHAT THE HELL DID I GET MYSELF INTO??? ...and when can I get Comcast switched over?
I'm sad and frustrated. I don't want to leave this apartment. I've had a hard life, I deserve to be able to live somewhere nice.
I'm not a victim by any means. And I won't play the victim. I deserve better, though.
Although, we'd never get any of our debts paid off if we stayed here.
Which reminds me, I need to get change of address forms from the post office.
I guess I will have to miss True Blood tonight. I have to clean and line the cupboards anyway. Maybe I'll have a glass of wine while I line my cupboards.
I want to scream and cry and light the house on fire. But then I wouldn't have anywhere to live in a week.
Plus, none of my art sold at the art show. It didn't really get much of a reaction at all. I didn't see very many people even stop to look at it.
It's a bad week. I know it could be worse. And, trust me, my life has been much, much worse.
I want to quit my job and go on a vacation and have some time to reassess my situation. But I'm not a young, single anything anymore. So, I can't.
I hope you're all having better days than I.
I wish all of my friends on SG happiness. Boatloads of nausea-inducing, rainbows-shooting-out-of-your-eyes happiness. And puppies.
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femlover:
I'm sure everything will work out in the end. Sorry to hear about the art show too. I hope the rest of your week turns out better. Wishing you tons of happiness. 
drummonkey50:
Wow. I'm sorry things aren't going too well with the move. Moving sucks. I've helped friends move and I still thought it sucked. Hope it all works out and stuff. Good luck!