14 June 2010

The Move

When MeTo and I got back from Miami, it was now time to start packing.  We decided to move to the Town home in North Brunswick.  It was closer to my job and we would no longer have to deal with the one roommate that drove me nuts.

It was not long before the stress of moving started getting to me.  MeTo and our roommate were handling all the paperwork and getting the keys and all the shit that is not too crazy.

Our lease ended May 31st and our new leas started May 1st giving us one month to move and halfway though almost being done packing on mother’s day I find out that we were not moving until the last minute.  It was official my only roll in this move was to pack the boxes as told.  MeTo had also been getting bold with putting his foot down and being in charge.  Like a dummy, I let it go and before I knew it, I was ready to hurl a pot at his head.

With all of this and the fact that he was on the computer until 11:30 at night and I have to be up for work at 5am and our other roommate like to make notice in his room with the door opened I was at the end of my rope.  I was not sleeping and everyone I lived was driving me crazy.

It became clear one night that it would be in MeTo’s best interest to, “Get the hell away from me.” he chose to poke the bear and it only made matters worse.  I refused to talk to him for over a day.  We eventually talked and he set things right.

The move was long and tiring our roommate had a graduation, we used MeTo’s SUV, and his parents’ Tahoe to get everything moved.  It was several days of packing and moving at the end but that was because we did things his way and not mine.

Once in the new place there was an issue with the internet.  Our roommate wanted his computer, which is in his room, hard wired to the router, which was in the basement.  After three days of him, making excuses not to get a wireless adapter I finally said fuck it.  I do not want to deal with it and told rob to figure out something or I was cutting it off.

I was tired of hearing about this contract, which had nothing to do with me, and what our roommate wanted.  I wanted out and to let the two of them deal with it as best as they saw fit.  In the middle of our conversation, our roommate decided to join in and speak his mind.  Therefore, the conversation went on until the two of them worked it out and the matter was settled.  Sometimes, “You just gotta be a bitch to get shit done.”