"where have all the cowboys gone?"--paula cole
hey hey,
well i decided to do my weekend post a day early since i have a lot of stuff to rant about so far. wow. it's only been 2 days. so let me start off with friday~i left work early to drive to my house in far away leander to meet with the security system guy and the carpet cleaner. wrong on both accounts, long story short: the security guy got lost but still showed up, the carpet cleaning guy called once to say he would be running late, then another to say he would just come tomorrow (sat) morning. ok, fine, at least i didn't go out there for no reason. (happy note to myself: my house is 23 miles from work, my parents is 24. i honestly did not move any farther away, so that's awesome) anyways, i was pretty much a lame ass all night, i called shawna on the way home to rant to her and she ranted as well, and then i came home. i remember thinking i would try to pack and basically didn't do a thing. wow, i'm getting really wild in my old age. whatever.
saturday morning i had to wake up early b/c my dad and i were heading to the house to meet with the carpet cleaner (zach) and wait for my washer and dryer to be delivered. well, we got there at 930; by 11, i had called zach and he said he was "on his way." the delivery people somehow had my wrong phone number~tell me how close 7871 is to 6787? but whatever, it's not even feasible that he had his fingers on the wrong keys!. apparently one of the guys got sick and they were trying to call me to tell me this but of course had the wrong number. so deliver SUNDAY morning, whatever. the ceiling fan guy was coming then...i thought. so, around 1130 i call zach b/c he said he'd be there by 1130, and he says he's basically about 25 mins away and asks me "do you have someplace to be or something?" well, instead of YELLING which is what i want to do now to everyone and everything in existence esp. the male gender (more on that later), i start CRYING and having an emotional breakdown, so i hand the phone to my dad, who has some words, etc. he tells me to chill out, but its hard...zach shows up about an hour later, my dad and i grab lunch, fill up with gas, luckily he did a good job on the carpets or i would have been REALLY pissed, i write the check and we leave. fine, dandy.
came home, showered, took a nap, watched my baylor bears win their football game and OU lose theirs. wow, we're 3-0, whoever thought we'd have a better record than OU?! my mom came home and i went to dinner with the 'rents, and then came home. i went to go return some stuff, and ended up coming back with a bigger bath mat, a shower curtain, some pictures, shower curtain hooks and pillows. awesome. i wanted to pack but again, no. so i took some benadryl, cried myself to sleep and that's that. (i know, i'm sad)
this morning, my dad and i went BACK out to the house, and he almost broke his back carrying my damn tv (thanks GUYS!) and waited for the best buy delivery people who said that the dryer would be too big and we wouldn't be able to open the garage door. whatever, i said bring it on it...and much to my dismay the dryer stuck out too much and you couldn't even get the door open. luckily i didn't cry this time, but i had them take them back. with a big FUCK going through my head. stream of consciousness: "fuck. who built this house? why is this laundry room so effing small? what the fuck?" so i go back to best buy to return the damn things, go back to the house, measure the damn area, then BACK, but this time to lowe's where i purchased a washer/dryer pair from GE. now i'm home, i just ate some ravioli. that's my weekend.
now the reason i'm so effing emotional is because of boys. so i'm moving and apparently NOBODY likes to move, that's great. how do i fucking move furniture with my dad who's about to fall over and my mom and i? what the hell? ok, fine, if i had a boyfriend, that would be easy, yes, andy being the gentleman that he is, would have come down and helped me, he even helped move my friends for crying out loud. ok, but i have no boyfriend right now, so this is a problem... but, here is why i'm so upset. boys i talk to are like "i don't like to move" or basically give me looks like, "why would i help?" oh...i don't know, because you're STRONG? because i'm a GIRL, because i'm your FRIEND?! what the hell? so, i'm only upset b/c my GIRL friends are the people offering to HELP ME! not the GUYS?! what happened to good ol' fashioned friendship? i would have paid for the gas and even fed them! now i'm having to hire a trailer and hope my dad doesn't pass out from heatstroke b/c it's so effing hot outside and he'll probably have a heart attack. (ps. thanks to the girls who offered their boyfriends. the position is still waiting to be filled for wednesday:)) but now i'm just like fed up with the male population and is chivalry really dead? (shawna wanna help me move some stuff tues night? ;) )
not to mention this weeknd has just SUCKED in general, nothing is going right, people are late, (like *I* have no life!) and just plain inconsiderate/rude. THAT is why i cried last night because i feel soo effing alone, and i'm just like, when will my house bad luck be over? i don't have time for this and i'm stressing out like no one's business (which isn't like me) but i'm pretty much about to burst into tears everytime i hear "this won't fit" "i'll be late" "i can't do it then"...apparently whoever said that things in life don't come easy were right. i didn't expect it to be easy but pretty much everything is falling through (oh and the ceiling fan guy isn't coming until NEXT sunday--i apologize for a warm house jenni)
ANYWAYS i'm sorry for the rant, but i needed it...not to mention i need about 10 drinks. thank god for a day off and ACL fest this weekend. i will NEED IT!
peace out
well i decided to do my weekend post a day early since i have a lot of stuff to rant about so far. wow. it's only been 2 days. so let me start off with friday~i left work early to drive to my house in far away leander to meet with the security system guy and the carpet cleaner. wrong on both accounts, long story short: the security guy got lost but still showed up, the carpet cleaning guy called once to say he would be running late, then another to say he would just come tomorrow (sat) morning. ok, fine, at least i didn't go out there for no reason. (happy note to myself: my house is 23 miles from work, my parents is 24. i honestly did not move any farther away, so that's awesome) anyways, i was pretty much a lame ass all night, i called shawna on the way home to rant to her and she ranted as well, and then i came home. i remember thinking i would try to pack and basically didn't do a thing. wow, i'm getting really wild in my old age. whatever.
saturday morning i had to wake up early b/c my dad and i were heading to the house to meet with the carpet cleaner (zach) and wait for my washer and dryer to be delivered. well, we got there at 930; by 11, i had called zach and he said he was "on his way." the delivery people somehow had my wrong phone number~tell me how close 7871 is to 6787? but whatever, it's not even feasible that he had his fingers on the wrong keys!. apparently one of the guys got sick and they were trying to call me to tell me this but of course had the wrong number. so deliver SUNDAY morning, whatever. the ceiling fan guy was coming then...i thought. so, around 1130 i call zach b/c he said he'd be there by 1130, and he says he's basically about 25 mins away and asks me "do you have someplace to be or something?" well, instead of YELLING which is what i want to do now to everyone and everything in existence esp. the male gender (more on that later), i start CRYING and having an emotional breakdown, so i hand the phone to my dad, who has some words, etc. he tells me to chill out, but its hard...zach shows up about an hour later, my dad and i grab lunch, fill up with gas, luckily he did a good job on the carpets or i would have been REALLY pissed, i write the check and we leave. fine, dandy.
came home, showered, took a nap, watched my baylor bears win their football game and OU lose theirs. wow, we're 3-0, whoever thought we'd have a better record than OU?! my mom came home and i went to dinner with the 'rents, and then came home. i went to go return some stuff, and ended up coming back with a bigger bath mat, a shower curtain, some pictures, shower curtain hooks and pillows. awesome. i wanted to pack but again, no. so i took some benadryl, cried myself to sleep and that's that. (i know, i'm sad)
this morning, my dad and i went BACK out to the house, and he almost broke his back carrying my damn tv (thanks GUYS!) and waited for the best buy delivery people who said that the dryer would be too big and we wouldn't be able to open the garage door. whatever, i said bring it on it...and much to my dismay the dryer stuck out too much and you couldn't even get the door open. luckily i didn't cry this time, but i had them take them back. with a big FUCK going through my head. stream of consciousness: "fuck. who built this house? why is this laundry room so effing small? what the fuck?" so i go back to best buy to return the damn things, go back to the house, measure the damn area, then BACK, but this time to lowe's where i purchased a washer/dryer pair from GE. now i'm home, i just ate some ravioli. that's my weekend.
now the reason i'm so effing emotional is because of boys. so i'm moving and apparently NOBODY likes to move, that's great. how do i fucking move furniture with my dad who's about to fall over and my mom and i? what the hell? ok, fine, if i had a boyfriend, that would be easy, yes, andy being the gentleman that he is, would have come down and helped me, he even helped move my friends for crying out loud. ok, but i have no boyfriend right now, so this is a problem... but, here is why i'm so upset. boys i talk to are like "i don't like to move" or basically give me looks like, "why would i help?" oh...i don't know, because you're STRONG? because i'm a GIRL, because i'm your FRIEND?! what the hell? so, i'm only upset b/c my GIRL friends are the people offering to HELP ME! not the GUYS?! what happened to good ol' fashioned friendship? i would have paid for the gas and even fed them! now i'm having to hire a trailer and hope my dad doesn't pass out from heatstroke b/c it's so effing hot outside and he'll probably have a heart attack. (ps. thanks to the girls who offered their boyfriends. the position is still waiting to be filled for wednesday:)) but now i'm just like fed up with the male population and is chivalry really dead? (shawna wanna help me move some stuff tues night? ;) )
not to mention this weeknd has just SUCKED in general, nothing is going right, people are late, (like *I* have no life!) and just plain inconsiderate/rude. THAT is why i cried last night because i feel soo effing alone, and i'm just like, when will my house bad luck be over? i don't have time for this and i'm stressing out like no one's business (which isn't like me) but i'm pretty much about to burst into tears everytime i hear "this won't fit" "i'll be late" "i can't do it then"...apparently whoever said that things in life don't come easy were right. i didn't expect it to be easy but pretty much everything is falling through (oh and the ceiling fan guy isn't coming until NEXT sunday--i apologize for a warm house jenni)
ANYWAYS i'm sorry for the rant, but i needed it...not to mention i need about 10 drinks. thank god for a day off and ACL fest this weekend. i will NEED IT!
peace out
