Sometimes life serves you a shit sandwich. Well this weekend I was served one of those 6 foot party platers and I was expected to eat the whole thing.
I skipped out on my normal Friday night so I could finish packing. I crashed out at about midnight and was so rudely awoken at 6am by the stupid beeping box that sits on my desk. I got up and took my dogs over to the new place as to not get in the way of the movers.
Now I've always had this misconception that MOVERS were people that moved you. You know they take your shit from one place to the next so you don't have to. I knew there were a few things that I would take myself. You know just becuase I don't want some dumb ass fucking it up.
When called apon the movers they asked, "what is the biggest Item we'll have to move?"
"Our TV"
~Laughter~
"No sir the biggest item we'll have to move?"
Again we respond with "Our TV"
I guess the monkeys decided to bring a SMALL truck because; since our TV was the biggest item... the rest of our shit must have been small.
Now this translates into this. We don't have enough room to move your shit. So I had to make about a thousand trips and fuck up my truck to move what these assholes were paid to move. So I busted my ass from 6am to about 6:30pm.
This in itself wasn't all that bad. You know shit happens and we should just move on. Well I decided to start working on my room first. I mean that's where the magic happens (errrrr something). As I'm unpacking and making my room nice, Kevin calls me and askes to go clubbing for his birthday. Now I'm tired but it's Keving and it's his birthday. And Kevin is down here from San Fran only so many times a year.
Now problem was that Kevin had a wedding to be to all day. Long story short I'm busting my hump all day, and Kevin gets to my house at around 10:40pm. This is a little later then I wanted to start... but no big deal. I knew I was going to be beat and it was a bullet I was ready to take. Well Mike calls me and ask me to pick him up. Now I love Mike and I want him to go. So I'm more then happy to pick his ass up. Now it is about 30 extra minutes out of the way, but it's Mike.
So we get to the club at around 12:45 (it closes at 2) and we start our gig. Because of the time issue I can't drink. This usually does strange things to me. Oddly enough I can't dance when I'm sober so I just ran around taking pictures and talking shit. The girl I was trying to actually get something going with was there, and she decided to be flirty. That kinda pissed me off becuase, "MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY". So we do our deal I take Mike home and I get to bed around 4am.
Needless to say I had a pretty long day, and I think it's safe to say I was ummm tired. Now things get better because I need to be up at 7:30 so I can go and... yes you guessed it get the rest of my shit from the old place. Yeah! Because I wasn't done moving. Once I got back from loading up my truck with another load and came home. I decided to walk my dogs and the person I am renting from decides to show up to see how things were going and sees that I have 2 dogs. Well this doesn't make him to happy. I guess the realtor only told him that I had one. Well I've got no time for love Dr. Jones, so I bolted out to my nephews 3rd b-day party.
The party is about an hour away and my sister decided to rent him the worlds biggest bounce house. So he wants me to bounce. I love the little shit and even though I'm on the brink of death from over working myself, I'm in the middle of that thing going nuts. He's loving every minute of it, and I'm fading fast. In the middle of the party Mr. Landlord calls and tells me I have one week to get rid of one of my dogs.
Now I've had Brutus for 11yrs, and Tequila for 8yrs. Neither of them are going anywhere. So now my shit sandwich came with a side if shit fries. So it looks like after spending an ass load of money I will be forced to move within a few weeks time. I love this pad, but I love my dogs a lot more. Tomorrow I'm going to call this asshole and tell him he can take this job... I mean condo and shove it.
Yeah it should be a pretty good day!
I skipped out on my normal Friday night so I could finish packing. I crashed out at about midnight and was so rudely awoken at 6am by the stupid beeping box that sits on my desk. I got up and took my dogs over to the new place as to not get in the way of the movers.
Now I've always had this misconception that MOVERS were people that moved you. You know they take your shit from one place to the next so you don't have to. I knew there were a few things that I would take myself. You know just becuase I don't want some dumb ass fucking it up.
When called apon the movers they asked, "what is the biggest Item we'll have to move?"
"Our TV"
~Laughter~
"No sir the biggest item we'll have to move?"
Again we respond with "Our TV"
I guess the monkeys decided to bring a SMALL truck because; since our TV was the biggest item... the rest of our shit must have been small.
Now this translates into this. We don't have enough room to move your shit. So I had to make about a thousand trips and fuck up my truck to move what these assholes were paid to move. So I busted my ass from 6am to about 6:30pm.
This in itself wasn't all that bad. You know shit happens and we should just move on. Well I decided to start working on my room first. I mean that's where the magic happens (errrrr something). As I'm unpacking and making my room nice, Kevin calls me and askes to go clubbing for his birthday. Now I'm tired but it's Keving and it's his birthday. And Kevin is down here from San Fran only so many times a year.
Now problem was that Kevin had a wedding to be to all day. Long story short I'm busting my hump all day, and Kevin gets to my house at around 10:40pm. This is a little later then I wanted to start... but no big deal. I knew I was going to be beat and it was a bullet I was ready to take. Well Mike calls me and ask me to pick him up. Now I love Mike and I want him to go. So I'm more then happy to pick his ass up. Now it is about 30 extra minutes out of the way, but it's Mike.
So we get to the club at around 12:45 (it closes at 2) and we start our gig. Because of the time issue I can't drink. This usually does strange things to me. Oddly enough I can't dance when I'm sober so I just ran around taking pictures and talking shit. The girl I was trying to actually get something going with was there, and she decided to be flirty. That kinda pissed me off becuase, "MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY". So we do our deal I take Mike home and I get to bed around 4am.
Needless to say I had a pretty long day, and I think it's safe to say I was ummm tired. Now things get better because I need to be up at 7:30 so I can go and... yes you guessed it get the rest of my shit from the old place. Yeah! Because I wasn't done moving. Once I got back from loading up my truck with another load and came home. I decided to walk my dogs and the person I am renting from decides to show up to see how things were going and sees that I have 2 dogs. Well this doesn't make him to happy. I guess the realtor only told him that I had one. Well I've got no time for love Dr. Jones, so I bolted out to my nephews 3rd b-day party.
The party is about an hour away and my sister decided to rent him the worlds biggest bounce house. So he wants me to bounce. I love the little shit and even though I'm on the brink of death from over working myself, I'm in the middle of that thing going nuts. He's loving every minute of it, and I'm fading fast. In the middle of the party Mr. Landlord calls and tells me I have one week to get rid of one of my dogs.
Now I've had Brutus for 11yrs, and Tequila for 8yrs. Neither of them are going anywhere. So now my shit sandwich came with a side if shit fries. So it looks like after spending an ass load of money I will be forced to move within a few weeks time. I love this pad, but I love my dogs a lot more. Tomorrow I'm going to call this asshole and tell him he can take this job... I mean condo and shove it.
Yeah it should be a pretty good day!
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exene:
Cool, how'd you do that ?
exene:
Glad to hear it all worked out!!!!