Aww, man. I even have nice neighbors that I'm moving away from. I"m waiting (still!) for the truck to show up, and my next door neighbor saw that my door was open, and was worried, so knocked and came in, and her husband called, moments later, too. I gave them booze. Yay.
Mal ,'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
A 2nd year law student just wanted to know how she's supposed to find what she's looking for in a multi-volume set. I tell her to use the release number and date of the release. She repeats her question, "But how am I supposed to know what volume it's in?" I point to the release number. Finally she says, "So you mean I have to take the books off the shelf and look?" Yes, dear. Something like that. @@
Oh, as usual, dear.
Actually, she'll probably be all happy and fake in person and then call TCG and yell at him later.
Fake happy is a social lubricant. An eye-roll-y one, but an eye-roll-y social lubricant is better than none. Plus, no hangover after. So as long as you don't strain your eye muscles, no lingering regrets. The nasty phone call is an unfortunate burdon on TCG, and I suspect, a concern for you because you care about him. May he find strategies for dealing with these things that are both healthy and firm with the boundary-setting.
Thanks for the words of encouragement about the chaos here.
Oy vey. Now the guys who pack and the guy who moves (with the truck) are arguing over who is supposed to actually move the boxes and furniture FROM my apartment to the truck. Thank god this is not my problem.
sj, she's the one losing out on knowing how wonderful and fabulous you are. Her son is lucky to have you. Don't let her get to you--TCG and you will be very happy, in spite of her.
OMG, meara. You would think that would be a basic concept.
sj, we have talked about this woman. She is not a nice person and is out for her own interests. You are a nice person and you care about other people. Non-mixy things. Hang in there - and remember - YAY, engaged!!!! YAY!!!!!
Oh, meara. Moving and sanity ~ma, sweetie.
It's not really stressing me--it's not like *I* am paying for these people by the hour or anything! But I would like to go get some lunch and shit...ah well. Until they take it, at least I have a comfy couch to sit on.
Though I like the packing guys, the moving truck guy SMELLS. Which, I suppose is understandable, if you're moving shit around, but...not impressed.
No...*I'm* evil and awful and handicapped. But "luckily" for the world the complete opposite of desirable and appealing so nothing will contaminate anyone. sj will be fine. Wish I could be there to show her how much worse it could be...
Mmmm, I discovered that the snack machine down the hall has the new Dark Chocolate Mint Three Musketeers.