Don't you see me trying to ride out this hurricane?
This whole move was a mistake. One big, fat mistake. Family is supposed to have each other's backs, but mine seems to just repeatedly screw each other over.So we get all set for the move - give our landlord our 30-day notice, get help from friends to get a storage unit paid for, start boxing stuff up...
Then they tell us the cats have to stay in the garage - they don't want them in the house. (Apparently we're not even supposed to have them there. Oh yay.)
Then my uncle tells us that he's not going to be able to wall off the garage for a few more months because they don't have the $150 for the drywall. But when it's windy, their garage doors fly up, but they don't like to lock them, which means that the cats would get out if we keep them down there.
My aunt was supposed to start clearing room for our stuff in the kitchen, bathroom, and hall closet - thankfully, she did her part. My uncle was supposed to move a dresser from our future bedroom downstairs then clear off a small storage space for us in the back of the garage - he hasn't done a damn thing.
Mom & I are over there the other night, painting our side of the garage (the future den space). She asked what time the neighbor usually goes to bed so we know to start quieting down whenever we're down there watching TV or on the computers or whatever. We left at 10 PM (her usual bedtime, according to her). The next day, we make our first trip back there at 2:30 in the afternoon, and my uncle meets us downstairs to tell us we have to switch sides of the garage now. The neighbor had complained, saying that we kept her up all night painting, and that we woke her up at 8 AM that morning... Even though we hadn't been there during any of the times we supposedly did all of this. So 3 days of painting went down the tubes. And so my uncle was supposed to pull everything out yesterday to switch our stuff around and paint, but he never did. So he was going to do it today, but he never did. Now he's saying he'll do it tomorrow. Yeah right.
Tonight, Mom gets an e-mail from my aunt. They usually get my uncle's tax return pretty early in the year, and when they get his next one, they're moving out of state. The whole purpose of this move was to give EVERYBODY involved a chance to save up money to move, because none of us would be able to if we didn't all move in together. So basically, they just want us to move in so they can move out of state. Like what happens to me or Mom doesn't matter, so long as they get what they want out of us.
And all of this shit when we have less than a week to get out of the old apartment.
posted by Amanda @ 8:38 PM
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