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Aug. 7th, 2013 02:02 pmI'm hungry but cranky because it's Liquid Diet Day! Early morning tomorrow. Not looking forward to it, but looking forward to it being done. After the procedure I have to eat lots of pudding and such so that part I'm okay with. But God help me the second I can fucking inhale a giant burger you bet your sweet ass I'll punch a baby to get at it.
But my crankiness is not solely due to the diet and medical stuff.
It's because this week can go fuck off and sleep in the street.
A bit of backstory... Will and I are in closing limbo with the house. Delays aren't totally out of the norm in homebuying so even though it was disappointing we still made arrangements. I called the apartment office and told them even though our lease was up August 2nd we needed to stay longer and asked about month-to-month rates. The man at the office was very understanding, said he'd done the house-buying thing before, and switched us to month-to-month. August comes around, we pay a huge amount, we go on our merry way.
But nope.
Saturday started out normal enough... right up until the door opened and two people from the office were there. "Um", they said, staring at me awkwardly. "This is supposed to be move-out day?" "Uh, no," I replied. "We switched to month-to-month." They mumbled an awkward apology and left. Less than an hour later Will (who's out at a day LARP event) calls me with his "urgent voice" activated and tells me they leased our apartment and they called to tell him we needed to be out by Tuesday.
I threw on some clothes and went to the office. She said NO ONE had switched us over to month-to-month and they have people moving in to our apartment on the 9th. I try pleading and she says there are no other units to put them into and there's nothing they can do because whoever I spoke to never did any paperwork for it. Written contract > verbal contract. I try to fight off tears and go home to start packing. I call Will once I can talk and tell him there's nothing I could do. He leaves the LARP to head home and yell at them himself, and tells me not to pack or do anything and just relax and calm down. When he gets home we both calm each other down for a bit (him down from his anger, me from my panicking)... he gets up to the office and there's nothing he can do either. They wish they could, but since they'd been bought out by this huge evil company they're far more strict and soulless. She tells us she'll give us until Wednesday morning to turn our keys in and she won't tell the Evil Owners that we're still there (as they'd give us 3 days notice to evict and there'd be that whole credit report thing)... we'll also get back most of what we paid for the month-to-month.
Saturday night was a friend's birthday party. Before all this I was planning on resting at home, maybe going to bed early. But Will wisely pointed out that staying in the house would stress me out too much and I needed to get out. We had a guest room reserved so I brought things like art and laptop with me in case people got to be too much to handle. It was a very good party and a decent distraction. The hosts of the party tell Will and I we're welcome to stay with them as long as we need to after we leave the apartment.
Sunday we got home and met up with everyone who agreed to come help us pack. We got a LOT done and my pain levels were insane but there wasn't anything I could do about that. Packing continued through to Monday.
Tuesday Will rented a U-Haul and we had people over loading them up so we could put everything into storage. It's... exhausting. I can't do any lifting or carrying so I mainly focus on last-minute packing and cleaning. I have to take frequent breaks and by the end of it Will's insisting I stop doing things altogether (maybe I looked pale or something, IDK, but I was feeling awful)
We managed to do... a lot. We got everything to storage we needed to, trashed what we didn't want anymore, got the necessities to the temporary house. Cleaning... well there wasn't a LOT we could do. We wiped things down, swept up, tried to dust as much as possible, but we were pretty damn rushed so it was far from perfect.
We went to the temporary house and crashed, exhausted beyond words. Will gets up as early as possible to drive back to Denton to turn in our keys. The office tells him we'll probably be charged a fee for them needing to clean up after us. I'm annoyed as hell when he tells me this but there's nothing we can do.
So here we are. In a friends' guest room... Dianakitty is with us and rather stressed. Will and I are both exhausted and in pain. I have the colonoscopy in the morning and a separate doctor's appointment Friday morning. Saturday is a friend's coming-home-from-Afghanistan party and I hope to every god ever that I'm able to go.
But yeah.
This week can fuck itself.
But my crankiness is not solely due to the diet and medical stuff.
It's because this week can go fuck off and sleep in the street.
A bit of backstory... Will and I are in closing limbo with the house. Delays aren't totally out of the norm in homebuying so even though it was disappointing we still made arrangements. I called the apartment office and told them even though our lease was up August 2nd we needed to stay longer and asked about month-to-month rates. The man at the office was very understanding, said he'd done the house-buying thing before, and switched us to month-to-month. August comes around, we pay a huge amount, we go on our merry way.
But nope.
Saturday started out normal enough... right up until the door opened and two people from the office were there. "Um", they said, staring at me awkwardly. "This is supposed to be move-out day?" "Uh, no," I replied. "We switched to month-to-month." They mumbled an awkward apology and left. Less than an hour later Will (who's out at a day LARP event) calls me with his "urgent voice" activated and tells me they leased our apartment and they called to tell him we needed to be out by Tuesday.
I threw on some clothes and went to the office. She said NO ONE had switched us over to month-to-month and they have people moving in to our apartment on the 9th. I try pleading and she says there are no other units to put them into and there's nothing they can do because whoever I spoke to never did any paperwork for it. Written contract > verbal contract. I try to fight off tears and go home to start packing. I call Will once I can talk and tell him there's nothing I could do. He leaves the LARP to head home and yell at them himself, and tells me not to pack or do anything and just relax and calm down. When he gets home we both calm each other down for a bit (him down from his anger, me from my panicking)... he gets up to the office and there's nothing he can do either. They wish they could, but since they'd been bought out by this huge evil company they're far more strict and soulless. She tells us she'll give us until Wednesday morning to turn our keys in and she won't tell the Evil Owners that we're still there (as they'd give us 3 days notice to evict and there'd be that whole credit report thing)... we'll also get back most of what we paid for the month-to-month.
Saturday night was a friend's birthday party. Before all this I was planning on resting at home, maybe going to bed early. But Will wisely pointed out that staying in the house would stress me out too much and I needed to get out. We had a guest room reserved so I brought things like art and laptop with me in case people got to be too much to handle. It was a very good party and a decent distraction. The hosts of the party tell Will and I we're welcome to stay with them as long as we need to after we leave the apartment.
Sunday we got home and met up with everyone who agreed to come help us pack. We got a LOT done and my pain levels were insane but there wasn't anything I could do about that. Packing continued through to Monday.
Tuesday Will rented a U-Haul and we had people over loading them up so we could put everything into storage. It's... exhausting. I can't do any lifting or carrying so I mainly focus on last-minute packing and cleaning. I have to take frequent breaks and by the end of it Will's insisting I stop doing things altogether (maybe I looked pale or something, IDK, but I was feeling awful)
We managed to do... a lot. We got everything to storage we needed to, trashed what we didn't want anymore, got the necessities to the temporary house. Cleaning... well there wasn't a LOT we could do. We wiped things down, swept up, tried to dust as much as possible, but we were pretty damn rushed so it was far from perfect.
We went to the temporary house and crashed, exhausted beyond words. Will gets up as early as possible to drive back to Denton to turn in our keys. The office tells him we'll probably be charged a fee for them needing to clean up after us. I'm annoyed as hell when he tells me this but there's nothing we can do.
So here we are. In a friends' guest room... Dianakitty is with us and rather stressed. Will and I are both exhausted and in pain. I have the colonoscopy in the morning and a separate doctor's appointment Friday morning. Saturday is a friend's coming-home-from-Afghanistan party and I hope to every god ever that I'm able to go.
But yeah.
This week can fuck itself.
