...remember, some of you ASKED me to blog the move. The rest of you may wanna skip this one.
The husbeast went by PSD (Personnel Support Detachment, or Pinheaded Shitforbrains Dickheads, depending on your viewpoint) this morning to check on the status of our move.
We don't have one.
Some motherfucking shithead moron asshole lost our paperwork - or more likely, never filed it in the first place - and so we have NOTHING. No schedule, no movers coming, no trucks, no packers. For contrast, on the last two moves (to and from Hawaii), we had pack-out dates scheduled months ahead. In the case of our move TO Hawaii, it was my first 'international' move (Hawaii is considered overseas due to distance, even though it's obviously still part of the US) and I was paranoid and had our pack-out date scheduled SIX MONTHS IN ADVANCE. This time? WE ARE A WEEK AWAY AND THANKS TO FUCKHEAD THE WONDER MONKEY IN PSD WE STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IN THE BLUE HOLY HELL IS GOING ON.
We have a pretty cool landlord who would let us stay through August, if it comes down to it. But if we do that, we'll have to pay out over a thousand dollars in another month's rent, not to mention utilities and all that. WHICH I WILL THEN TAKE OUT OF THE HIDE OF WHOEVER AT PSD IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS GOAT FUCKING RODEO.
PSD claims they will have this straightened out by Monday. Considering that as of last week they had me living in Honolulu (we had to fix that so they'd pay to move me and my stuff from South Carolina to Ohio), considering this is already the second time we've filed our move paperwork and the second time it's been lost, I have very little faith.
The husbeast goes back Monday to deal with this. He plans to be "Mr. Not Nice Guy" as he puts it. I told him if that doesn't work, tell them he's sending in his wife.
Someone get me a slice of cake and a martini.