Yesterday I made my scheduled appointment to pick up the keys to the new house and what do you know? Oh yeah, the woman isn't there. Unreal. I have to move this weekend, like literally I have no choice since I am out of town next weekend and I'm out of this place by 4/30 @ noon by law. So naturally this kind of shit just has to happen to me. I called from outside the office, left a frantic voicemail since I knew I couldn't get them today with me working and them closing up at 4 PM. Today at work I wait for a callback. And wait. And wait. Finally I call her at 3:30 and it's like she has no clue why I'm annoyed. "Oh I had an appointment at 5 PM so I left early yesterday."
Huh? You made an appointment with me at 5:30! She tells me that I can come over tomorrow between 9 and Noon to get the keys, no big deal. I said "you will definately be there between those hours?" The reply of "well call me ahead of time..." leaves me less than secure.
So assuming she is there, tomorrow I get my keys. And Sunday I excute the move with Eric and Syd at my side. I have done some packing, but honestly I cannot seem to light a fire under my ass to get organized. In fact, tonight I'm having Syd over for frozen blender drinks and she is gonna do her wash. I know I should be packing, but it's fucking hot and I need a frozen drink. And this week has been mega rough, see Walmart post, and I'm just spent. Tomorrow I will have all day to get shit together and I might even take some car trips on my own.
The weekend will be lowkey, but I do want to see a movie at some point. Syd's new man friend is in Costa Rica, Tena is sick and Joolie is working, so it's a me and Syd weekend. And that's fine by me since she is swell. Oh...that's her ringing my bell now. Ding-dong.
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