Thursday, June 5, 2008
Stress I don't need
Last night I get a call from my friend right as I'm getting off of work. Apparently, she's being evicted with NO warning. As in, she has to be out by 6am or her landlord (a disgusting faceless apartment complex) will call the sheriff's department. There is a long, sordid process of questionable legality that lead up to this result but the long story short is that I have to help her move. And so begins my wonderful night. It all starts with us packing her shit into a van that was supposed to be back at Home Depot at 8:30. Of course, we didn't get it back until later but her mother was kind enough to remind us of the fact every 5 minutes or so. Then, we tried to move all of the stuff into my room but, lo and behold my landlord in his infernal douchebaggery is here and won't let us. I can see why, though. She has A LOT of stuff. So then we call her old roommates to see if we can store the stuff at her old apartment. It takes us a while to get everyone on the same page but, ultimately the old roommate draws up a contract saying we have to have her stuff out by 10pm the next day. So we unload the stuff at her old apartment and her mom takes the van back to Home Depot. It's around 9:30 by this point. We get the stuff up to the seventh floor of her old apartment amid the horrible EEHHHHHHH!!!! noise that her elevator emits and try to ignore the dirty looks her old roommates are giving us. Then, we get a call from her mother saying that my friend has her car keys in her purse. Effectively stranding her mother at Home Depot. We eventually finish up and take a taxi out there. Only to discover that NOBODY has the keys. I can't handle it. I simply cannot. Finally, I say to my friend that I need to go to work in the morning and have to leave to get my 5 hours of sleep beforehand. I feel horrible doing this but, there's really nothing I can do. I call her as I get to my house. They found the keys and everything is supposed to be alright. But, somehow I get the feeling like there is going to be a lot more to this series of unfortunate events before it is finally resolved.
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G.
one good deed that will hopefully come back to haunt you some day....
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