Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Talk About Rain on the Parade

Tonight, on my way out the door, my roommate Joe stopped me. The expression on his face was pained.

"Laurie? You got a second?"

I turned to face him. "Sure, Joe." My keys jingled in my hand as I waited for him to speak. I wasn't expecting the bomb that he dropped.

"Uuuhhhh," he began, "the movers will be here...Friday."


Yes, Friday. As in three days from now. Which means I have to pack up all of my earthly possessions by Thursday night in order to move into my new place.


Well, on the bright side, at least I'll have a place to live that doesn't involve a move to Florida.

But still, though. Friday? That's fucked up. My shoes alone could take a week to move.


Kristi said...


kate said...

Wow, that just sucks. And it was really fast. I didn't realize you found a new place already. Good luck with the move.

Scoot said...

I'm assuming this wasn't supposed to happen that quickly? Man, I hope you did something appropriate to Joe to "thank" him for making you lose YOUR HOUSE!!!!! :)

Anonymous said...

Well I guess he is getting a bit better about letting you know about things...at least you had three days notice :) That Joey......

Anonymous said...

you'd need a helper to pack all your shoes within two weeks sis

Jason said...

That's all the advance notice you had? I jumped through elaborate hoops just to give my buyers and sellers ample warning when I moved. Not that they appreciated it.

Kristi said...

So its Friday.

I was just thinking of you. Hope its going well,

Laurie said...

Thanks for thinking of me, Kristi!