so here’s my saturday.
* I wake up in a good mood. and by that i mean i woke up and got dressed in remote control and then upon realizing it was still dark out screamed “fuck!” off my stairs. the guy walking his dog put the effort into turning his head, but not enough to get a look at me. i guess he didnt want to know what just happened, just wanted to let me know he was curious about what just happened.
* i get to work and see i’m scheduled for ten hours. not too bad. the second move looks cake and i’m working with ax and tj. a bright note on a long day of moving after sitting on my ass in front of a computer for the last two weeks. i even get to hear stories of their bar-crawl from the day before.
* the first move is ridiculous. the whole damn house is going and then some random stuff she started throwing in toward the end. huge armoires and everything else big. there was nothing light for me to warm up with considering my atrophied forearms. i feel like a gigantic pussy.
* the move goes over by about two hours and it’s already three-o-clock. the paperwork for the second move appears to be three things. that looks shady and i don’t trust it, but still feel a sense of optimism. maybe that was the $30 tip the lady gave me too.
* the optimism is shattered upon touring the house for the second move and seeing that everything had to go. i’m physically stiff and fucking pissed. i guess i don’t understand how the end tables, night stands, queen-size bed set, dresser, armoire, two three-cushion couches, two loveseats, two armchairs, recliner, entertainment center, gigantic china cabinet, dining set, dart board, side-by-side refrigerator, wicker set, two bookcases, and two coffee tables came out of the three items listed.
* again everything is heavy and this time i can’t get my arms to work. my fingers start cramping and my arms cramp whenever i curl them up. scratching my ear became a painful experience.
* me and ax take in one of the three-cushion couches and it gets stuck. not like wedge stuck, but not-a-chance-in-fucking-hell-is-it-going-in stuck. luckily, instead of just leaving it outside to move at a different time the guy at the house suggests cutting a chunk out of his wall. and the lady showing us where to move things the owner of the house decides this is a good idea. decides is the wrong word… more like says “yep” without a thought or even flicker of doubt. fuckers.
* it takes them almost a half hour to get the wall sawed up and by then we have the whole truck ready to roll. we head down and get the couch in as well as the rest of the shit that was supposed to be down there and head back to the shop. at this point it’s nine-o-clock. i’m pretty pissed off.
* i get home to a bunch of costumed party-goers and grab a show. head back upstairs and realize my ride to val’s has left and i have to drive out there. not an option as i’m irrate and want to drink myself retarded. so i call ray and after some weird conversation i don’t necessarily remember because i was too annoyed to be fully aware i work out driving to her place and riding with them. things are looking up. i have a couple primos and have a ‘dog biscuit’ before heading out.
* then shit gets fun because val has an abundance of food. this being important because i hadn’t eaten anything in twelve hours. i was a douchebag the whole time because i was too tired and irritated from the day to filter out the shithead in me.
after about two beers i end up hitting a wall where the exhaustion catches up and i can’t drink anymore. i end up chill and half asleep, but drive ray home and then back to the lakehouse. i figure that some reasons for being so pissed off all day would be the consistency of heavy shit, my three hours of sleep, my hunger, my physical exhaustion and muscle soreness, and how all my days plans getting back and having a good 1.5 nap and a quick show before drinking a few with the roomates and catching a ride to val’s were shot to shit.
so that sums shit up. thanks to ray and val for a good time and the roomates for the hilarious fireside chat.