My Crazy Roommate (CR) finally arrived back at the house, and started (started!) packing at 7:00pm last night. She’s been going pretty much non-stop since then, with a few pauses to stop and cry helplessly. I fell asleep at about midnight, and she was still going – and she was back at it again the first time I opened my eyes at about 7:00am.
The movers were supposed to arrive at 1:00pm today. They called earlier to postpone until 2:30, as they’re stuck at another job. If it were me paying $78/h, I’d be asking for a refund for fucking with my day. CR is just happy that she has more time to finish packing. She’s just run to Staples to buy some bankers boxes, since she ran out of vessels to toss all of her crap into.
Those of you who have been to my place will know the approximate size of it – well imagine that her bedroom (9×11), the dining room (10×10) and much of the kitchen and entrance are full of boxes. And she expects to fit all of this into a 250 square foot housekeeping suite.
That’s right, laugh along with me.
She has five good sized boxes (about the size of bankers boxes) of bathroom things – and she doesn’t even have her own bathroom! It’s a communal bathroom between three people. I believe she has seven or eight boxes of kitchen things, and her kitchen consists of a nook with a bar fridge, a cook top, and three cupboards.
I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with her on the other end.
T-minus 75 minutes until the movers arrive. I hope.