The last 24 hours.

So, now that I have my power up and running again, I can tell you exactly what has led to me not moving, and debating the utter destruction of something pretty.

Goth_koneko, myself, and a third vanilla friend, were supposed to get a place together, an apartment on the corner of anne and edgehill. Figured it'd fit us well enough, and that it was perfectly affordable. Except the third friend decided to procrastinate past the dead line, not hand in any paper work until way too late, and thus we lost the nice pretty three bedroom apartment on the 15th floor with affordable rent and included hydro... And access to booty.

That was last week. I'd been waiting to hear on it for over a month. So I ended up going head over heels, rushing hardcore to find somewhere else to move, since I gave notice I was moving back in July for this place.

So I hit up rooms for rent for reasonable cost, and found one up in letitia heights. Figured, sure... It's small, cozy, nice house, and the roommate is almost always gone. I'm game. Told him I'd move in today (thursday the 30th). He said that was fine, that he'd have it cleared out early week.

So I called the hydro company, told them I was moving, disconnect on the 1st. Then I called all my bill holders, told em to forward the mail, canceled what needed to be canceled, etc...

So started packing yesterday, got the boxes, booked the U-Haul, got help from a couple friends for today's big move to get it all over with. What happens? I'm woken up at 10am with no hydro. They cut it off two days early. Oops!

I'm thinking, "fine, whatever, I don't fucking care, not dealing with this shit today, I move tomorrow, and it will be fucking DONE." Had to go in to OW to get the intent to rent form and clear something up with my new worker...

Come home, start packing in the waning daylight, buy some candles, light them... And then..... At 8pm at night.... with us packing shit in the pitch black... I get a text message from my soon-to-be roommate, "Hey, sorry to say this, but I rented the room out to someone else. Sorry.".................... So he waited until the day BEFORE I'm scheduled to move in to tell me this.

So my immediate response was to call my land lord, tell them what had happened, ask if it's cool if I crash here another month (with increased rent)... He said it wasn't his call, had to clear it with the missus, who was out playing cards until midnight. Had to wait on that. Got the call around 11:45pm.

Yeah, sure she says... I can stay another month, no problem, if I need to stay longer, let them know. Oh! And a side note, Ken (the husband), has a plumber coming because your toilet is flooding the basement like a mother fucker. Yeah, we didn't want to tell you, figured we'd just fix it after you left. So yeah, he'll be by tomorrow or some such to check it out.

So he shows up at 10am, the place is in chaos because of me being ready to move this morning. He looks around, checks things, sees nothing wrong, but gives me hell for the place being in such disarray, and then bitches me out like the leak to the basement is MY fault. Cuz you know, I knew all about that despite the cellar being locked with a padlock and not having any access to it.

They couldn't get hydro back on until today, about an hour ago, and that was a fucking nightmare to sort out. I still need to change back my address to here for all my bills and well...

Right now the plumbers are working on the toilet to fix whatever the hell is wrong with it, and I'm ready to kill someone.

Yeah... That is the last 24 hours in a nutshell.