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Yesterday was a clusterfuck, there is no other way to describe it. Sorry.
I've got a schedule, people. A very firm one that I need to keep to in order for the move to happen on time, and it is constantly being changed every friggin day because other people are not upholding their end of things!
Yesterday, for instance. My plan was get up and start packing small, fragile things that make me say, "Why the hell do we own so many small breakable things that just sit in this cabinet looking small and breakable? Who needs a tiny stone wolf? Why do I need to wrap a bunch of rocks in packing paper? No, seriously, why?" and then Captain was supposed to come home at lunchtime, we were going to shove cleaning stuff and bathroom supplies into the car and go to the new house. There we would do the home inspection, list everything that is broke or damaged, make a list of crap to be fixed, and then clean the house up a bit. We had to be there at 12:30 because the stove delivery guy was supposed to show up then, and also the guy who was coming to rekey the house. After they left, we were going to go shop for things for the house - shelf lining paper, some lamps for the living room, curtain hanging things, dowels for the windows so I can make sure NO ONE is opening one of those from outside without a brick, etc. Captain had the afternoon off for these things, and my plan was to get some lunch at some point, drop off the inspection form and the rent check, and end up with a clean house with some stuff in it.
What actually happened was nothing like that. First, the stove guy was over four hours late, but we had no idea WHEN he was going to show up so we couldn't leave for food. Second, the key guy never showed at all and when we finally got ahold of him, he wanted to come tomorrow (today). Captain works today. We said no. So now he's supposed to show up Friday morning. We shall see. Third, Captain got called back into work, on his afternoon off. The afternoon where we were getting into our house and doing the necessary paperwork and installing appliances and paying rent and removing so many OMG GROSS SPIDER EGG SACKS from every under surface in the kitchen. And by we, I mean Captain on that last one.
But no, instead of doing what we were scheduled to do, everyone else had to fuck me over, and I got left at the empty house with Creepizoid the potential rapist who tore up our brand new kitchen floor installing a dishwasher, with no food or anything to drink until well after six that evening (Captain didn't get to eat until after eight pm because that is how long he was stuck at work because the people he works for are lying sacks of shit), and a jillion dead spiders and their creepy reproductive web ball things.
So, to recap, I cleaned part of the kitchen - did not touch anything with a spider taint on it, and all the cabinets need shelving paper because gross, and the range hood is going to be Captain's problem also because of gross. I cleaned the living room, which has an awesome stone wall and a real honest to goodness wood burning fireplace which seems to be making Captain happy, but made me a bit >_> because the stone has lots of little nooks and crevices and I'm pretty sure some of the "dust and fuzz" I was cleaning off the stone was really spider taint. I cleaned the hallway, our tiny little two-stair staircase, and the entry way.
I still need to clean three bedrooms and two bathrooms. SOMEONE had been smoking in our house (I'm looking at you anonymous painter assholes) so there were cigarette butts inside and outside the house and ash in both bathrooms that I have to deal with, and one of those tree-shaped room deodorizer things in the kitchen which was probably there in an effort to cover up the fact that someone had been smoking in a supposedly smoke free house. I HAVE A NOSE PEOPLE, I AM NOT STUPID. Also, asthma triggered by smoke, which makes me paranoid as hell when I smell that stuff.
Captain walked through the back yard, removing broken bottles, cigarette butts and other trash things that might potentially hurt the dog, so that's good to go. Also, we discovered a rusty netless basketball hoop behind the garage. Don't know why there is a basketball hoop behind the garage in the grass instead of in front of the garage where there is pavement, but whatever. Also, there are three raised garden plots near the back of the yard. No clue what I'm going to do there other than ignore it.
So, today's agenda - finish packing small fragile pieces of stuff that live in a china cabinet, start randomly throwing everything in the office into whatever boxes I can find, and move some more stuff over to the new house tonight so that it's already there when the cable guy shows up tomorrow morning. Which means the internet will be living at the new house starting tomorrow, which means I can not put the furniture move off this weekend (which we were considering because it will be raining all weekend).
ALSO, in completely unrelated news, it seems that after having TPP doing its ultra picky thing on a piece of fic, Ashwinder pretty much just says Meh and pushes the corrected piece through with no additional corrections. Also, it does it in about a third of the wait time. So, yay for me, I guess. Part 2 of Neither the Laurel Nor the Rose is in the queue at TPP (still). I plan to post Part 1 on Darnedchild next week after the computer is settled into its new home.
Off to continue packing.
I've got a schedule, people. A very firm one that I need to keep to in order for the move to happen on time, and it is constantly being changed every friggin day because other people are not upholding their end of things!
Yesterday, for instance. My plan was get up and start packing small, fragile things that make me say, "Why the hell do we own so many small breakable things that just sit in this cabinet looking small and breakable? Who needs a tiny stone wolf? Why do I need to wrap a bunch of rocks in packing paper? No, seriously, why?" and then Captain was supposed to come home at lunchtime, we were going to shove cleaning stuff and bathroom supplies into the car and go to the new house. There we would do the home inspection, list everything that is broke or damaged, make a list of crap to be fixed, and then clean the house up a bit. We had to be there at 12:30 because the stove delivery guy was supposed to show up then, and also the guy who was coming to rekey the house. After they left, we were going to go shop for things for the house - shelf lining paper, some lamps for the living room, curtain hanging things, dowels for the windows so I can make sure NO ONE is opening one of those from outside without a brick, etc. Captain had the afternoon off for these things, and my plan was to get some lunch at some point, drop off the inspection form and the rent check, and end up with a clean house with some stuff in it.
What actually happened was nothing like that. First, the stove guy was over four hours late, but we had no idea WHEN he was going to show up so we couldn't leave for food. Second, the key guy never showed at all and when we finally got ahold of him, he wanted to come tomorrow (today). Captain works today. We said no. So now he's supposed to show up Friday morning. We shall see. Third, Captain got called back into work, on his afternoon off. The afternoon where we were getting into our house and doing the necessary paperwork and installing appliances and paying rent and removing so many OMG GROSS SPIDER EGG SACKS from every under surface in the kitchen. And by we, I mean Captain on that last one.
But no, instead of doing what we were scheduled to do, everyone else had to fuck me over, and I got left at the empty house with Creepizoid the potential rapist who tore up our brand new kitchen floor installing a dishwasher, with no food or anything to drink until well after six that evening (Captain didn't get to eat until after eight pm because that is how long he was stuck at work because the people he works for are lying sacks of shit), and a jillion dead spiders and their creepy reproductive web ball things.
So, to recap, I cleaned part of the kitchen - did not touch anything with a spider taint on it, and all the cabinets need shelving paper because gross, and the range hood is going to be Captain's problem also because of gross. I cleaned the living room, which has an awesome stone wall and a real honest to goodness wood burning fireplace which seems to be making Captain happy, but made me a bit >_> because the stone has lots of little nooks and crevices and I'm pretty sure some of the "dust and fuzz" I was cleaning off the stone was really spider taint. I cleaned the hallway, our tiny little two-stair staircase, and the entry way.
I still need to clean three bedrooms and two bathrooms. SOMEONE had been smoking in our house (I'm looking at you anonymous painter assholes) so there were cigarette butts inside and outside the house and ash in both bathrooms that I have to deal with, and one of those tree-shaped room deodorizer things in the kitchen which was probably there in an effort to cover up the fact that someone had been smoking in a supposedly smoke free house. I HAVE A NOSE PEOPLE, I AM NOT STUPID. Also, asthma triggered by smoke, which makes me paranoid as hell when I smell that stuff.
Captain walked through the back yard, removing broken bottles, cigarette butts and other trash things that might potentially hurt the dog, so that's good to go. Also, we discovered a rusty netless basketball hoop behind the garage. Don't know why there is a basketball hoop behind the garage in the grass instead of in front of the garage where there is pavement, but whatever. Also, there are three raised garden plots near the back of the yard. No clue what I'm going to do there other than ignore it.
So, today's agenda - finish packing small fragile pieces of stuff that live in a china cabinet, start randomly throwing everything in the office into whatever boxes I can find, and move some more stuff over to the new house tonight so that it's already there when the cable guy shows up tomorrow morning. Which means the internet will be living at the new house starting tomorrow, which means I can not put the furniture move off this weekend (which we were considering because it will be raining all weekend).
ALSO, in completely unrelated news, it seems that after having TPP doing its ultra picky thing on a piece of fic, Ashwinder pretty much just says Meh and pushes the corrected piece through with no additional corrections. Also, it does it in about a third of the wait time. So, yay for me, I guess. Part 2 of Neither the Laurel Nor the Rose is in the queue at TPP (still). I plan to post Part 1 on Darnedchild next week after the computer is settled into its new home.
Off to continue packing.
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