SO I decided to just ride it out. I went to Target to relieve some stress and to do much needed shopping around the house, you know basic necessities. By the way, my sister has become quite the Jew, which is just crazy. She watches the amount of beverages and food consumed and comments how it is too much and the toilet paper should just be used for paper mache because it is garbage! The girl who's credit card was her best friend has now become a penny pincher. Don't get me wrong, I am somewhat proud. I pride myself on being rather frugal...and if you talk to Michael he'd say 'frugal' was being gentle. However, there are some things I'd be willing to spend on. For example when we were at Trader Joe's I couldn't buy the ripe bananas versus the unripe bananas because they were .4c more expensive. She's so silly, but she's got it right. I must watch my money especially in NYC ESPECIALLY since I don't have a job...yet.
Upon my return the hour is nearing when I must pick up the van and the adventure of furniture receiving begins.
Mandie is in a TERRIBLE mood. She is utterly output, sick and tired, not to mention stressed because she has two finals at the end of the week. Needless to say, I feel like a jackass because I am requesting for her assistance. There is NO way I was going to drive in NY on my fourth day...heeeelllllll no! After much sweet talk, hugging and bribing to buy her coffee she consented to drive. We arrive at the Uhaul and the woman behind the counter was some sort of JamaicanMexiNY who mumbled "mmhmm" after every pause. Now I used to work for Uhaul and I know how shady this company is and how they would LOVE to just make more money off of you, so I kept repeating things she said and was incredibly precise with my questions and documented everything. Unbeknown'st there was a man behind me listening to everything and when I was given the key started laughing when I turned around. He kept repeating how he thought it was hilarious how thorough I was...and he used 'thorough' as if it were the only word he knew. His name was Michael and he was an actor/writer from LA that only came to visit NY but 8 months later he was still there.
He followed us outside and I sized him up. Actually, I didn't really need to do that, he was so willing to tell us everything about himself. He was part white part black and part indian (feather). He was a transient: he lived in random places in the US and in Europe. He had that earth child tone to his voice, fro like hair that he held back with a bandana, khaki shorts and a tank top.
We finally break away from bohemian boy to get on with the task at hand. Mandie mumbling the entire ride to the upper west side while I was laughing the entire time finally arrived to our first destination; picking up the computer desk. The girl I was purchasing it from wasn't there, but her roommate Michael was (too many Michael's in the world, geez). He was a scrawny hipster type, but he was genuine and very kind. He helped load the clunky desk into our spacious awaiting van. Their place was pretty cool. It was the type that was rather long but narrow and it was two levels. Artsy things hung on the walls and it had a party funk in the air.
Our next stop was for the free dressers. Mr. Swanson was the name of the generous fellow in Chelsea and when we arrived he had the priss,y aristocrat, gay demeanor. He suppressed how output he was by us arriving circa 8 and the fact that he had to help lug the dressers to the street, but he was never rude and in fact gave me two lovely lamps in addition-all for free! I offered to pay for his assistance but he politely refused.
I reward my sister for her efforts with a venti caramel macchiato hot and head home. Now I am thoroughly excited that I have furniture to put in my room and just want to unload the van right then and there. However, Mandie being all the adjectives previously mentioned was not in the mood. I convinced her to bring up one lamp and I'd bring up one of the small dressers. That was a bad choice on my end. The dresser was not too heavy but it had weight and it was cumbersome to carry, but I didn't care. I figured I didn't have much of a walk. Well, I ended up having a journey of a walk because somehow I got turned around and ended up at the other end of the complex when it was only supposed to be a ten step difference. I called my sister on numerous occasions trying to figure out where I was only ending up more frustrated than before.
To have a happy ending, I made it home! Graham arrived home from work, helped me unload MY new belongings and I spent the rest of the evening THOROUGHLY cleaning each and every nook and cranny. Staying up past 2am was well worth it.
beforeand after!
YAY!
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