So infuriating. (Please note, I'm finally getting over my cold, took damn near a week).
I woke up this morning to dishes clanging-and that's not a problem. I stayed up late, woke up late, no one has to tippy-toe around me to get their day going. I didn't even notice the dish/pots/pans clanging until I opened my door.
It's been note in this space, multiple times, that I am not a morning person. Never have been, never will be. I've even told this to HDN, that until 10 or the last sip of the first cup of coffee, do yourself a favor and just leave it alone.
You would think after being so agreeable yesterday about me leaving that would be the end of it, right? WRONG!!! I wake up to have this chucklehead talk to me about moving my stuff out of the basement so he can clean it from the stench of his herbal medicine. Funny, didn't seem too worried about it when all my stuff was down there. Come on, now, I'm barely awake, haven't even touched coffee yet, and now you want me to move stuff that I'm going to move in 2 weeks? I hate moving, truly I do, but why all of a sudden make extra work for my move?
"I just wanted to get started on cleaning the basement and didn't want to wait 3 whole weeks to get started. I thought helping your stuff into the garage would be easier for you to move out."
Yeah, it's all being done for me. How dumb do I look? I appreciate the help, but back the hell up. I have a plan of attack for the next couple of days, to go thru some stuff down in that basement and see what I'm getting rid of/never moving again and what's coming with me. I'm paid up until the end of the month and plan on being out of here in 2 weeks. So in theory he'd get 3-4 days free. Why the guilt trip and potential mind-fuck? Why?
And you can add this to the list of crapola I won't miss when I'm gone.
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