It's so much fun to move when you're apartment still isn't fixed and your landlord keeps telling you it will be on certain days. It's a nice b*tch to get a note saying "We're hopefully fixing it today (Sunday) or tomorrow (Monday) so if you could please refrain from being here since the whole ceiling is coming down, I'd appreciate it." Then you aren't there Sunday or Monday (your packing days) and come to find out Tuesday morning that there's still a giant whole in your kitchen... (it's been 36 days - but I'm not counting!).
I'm really hoping they don't pull the card this weekend, since it's the big move days because I will tell them no and stick to my guns about it. I've got about 6 boxes packed and a long way to go.
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