Yesterday was a nightmare of a different kind.
So I was asked by my friend Phil to help clean up his girlfriend Kelly’s old place and puppysit since he had the day off, and she was moving out of the house. Her roommate’s total douche who is moving to Vancouver. And since he’s moving to Vancouver, he didn’t need all the crap that he accumulated in his house, and decided to only pack what he needed, and say “fuck it” to the rest.
Which meant leaving massive piles of crap in Toronto for Kelly to deal with. Including boxes of clothes, shoes, socks, food, and furniature. Not to mention dirt.
So Kelly moved into Phil’s place over the past weekend, and was planning on spending the following weekend cleaning up. You know, the 27-29th… as in the end of the month, as in the time she was still renting the place. Because her ex-roommate being a jerk there’s a ton of crap that needed to be cleared out still.
And me and Phil were at this place. Trying to figure out why all this crap was still around and where we should dump it all. And there was the cutest puppy that I was puppy-sitting for. And we’re trying to clear out and organize stuff, trying to see what we could keep vs. what we likely will be dumping on a street corner, vs stuff we should give to Value Village etc. And I’m clearing out cupboards while Phil’s moving stuff. And…
Some random guy shows up. He showed up with a giant truck, with an apartment full of crap in it. And he’s getting grumpy because this place isn’t empty. Well of course it’s not empty. Kelly had it until the end of the month. Notice how today’s date is the 26th. Yesterday would have been the 25th. And Kelly didn’t legally need to be out of there until the 31st. Apparently the landlord’s son said that this guy could move on in the 25th, and that it would be empty, that the cleaners had already come through and cleaned the place, and that keys would be in the mailbox.
Yes, well the place wasn’t empty, cleaners weren’t even going to be hired, and there were only one set of keys and they were Kelly’s. And this guy is getting grumpy at me and Phil when we didn’t have to be there that day and he would have likely been even MORE grumpy as to the fact that he wouldn’t have even been able to see this place. Also he was a knob & irritating.
So in the end, the puppy got dropped off with an impromptu puppy-sitter, I became the vehicle to traffic stuff back and forth between old apartment and stuffed-to-the-tits apartment, a lot more food than I would have enjoyed was tossed out, garbage bags full of food are in their house right now to be sorted (I may have called dibs on a lot of it though too) and we may have commited grand-theft laundry-detergent seeing as we transported something similar to eight or ten bottles of laundry soap. I may have called dibs on some of that as well.
Then to make life slightly easier, the stuff we knew was going, was shifted to value village including 2 boxes of clothes, a bag of socks, a giant bag of hangers, and a half-working printer. I was able to get away with two t-shirts, a CD rack, and a bag of power cords and a playstation, and two books. Our friend Jeff is going to sort through about 30 pairs of shoes. Phil got away with a random assortment of clothing. There will be much stuff to be tossed out within the next few days I’m sure.
It was fun, and exciting, and ever so tiring. I got home at 10:30 and climbed into bed. Landlords and roommates who don’t care, are absoloute asshats.
