So for the last 3 days I've been moving. Hauling boxes up and down stairs, waiting around for Sears to deliver mattresses, dealing with the landlord pulling said mattresses up a pulley system he's rigged in the back of the house, trolling the streets for other people's discarded furniture in order to get the room functional, painting one, two...will it need three coats? God, that sucks to even think about. You know, moving.
But not for me, for my little sister.
So I've been doing all of this for a house that isn't even mine, on my days off for this week.
Now I love my sister, and I think it's important to help out, especially with family, but god, moving is one of the absolute worst things in the world, it's all frustration, and back pain, and spending money you don't have, and waiting around, and not having cable.
And it's not even my place. I don't get to use that dishware, or sleep on that mattress, or love that color we put up in the bedroom. I just get to take a lot more Aleve than I planned on.
These are the days when we rack up karma points...
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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