23:10 Oct 16 2009
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Had a bad day yesterday.
Rain all day long
At work around 5:30am or so
The lead truck got turned around and went 15 miles out of its way before it caught itself- losing us 30 mins.
Late to the job, as in 9:30 instead of 8:30 like I wanted. Rain… we went a little slower on the country roads.
We get to the small 2 bedroom, 1 bath, living room, kitchen house to be told it was being “Shared†by another family.
The items we was moving the “new†owner had more or less just piled the members stuff on the back porch, and in one of the bedrooms.
The new person in the house is a bitch.
She got upset that we was not going to get the stuff out today.
She got upset that we had to sit some of the stuff in the living room, kitchen as we packed, trying to make room.
She got upset that we was not paying attention to her on how to do our job…remember- she is not the military member.
She also had three kids in the home, youngest in diapers walking around, oldest 6.
She would not control her kids.
They was freaking ass all over the place, taking things out of the boxes as we put it in, or putting stuff in them.
And the questions… What is that? Is that yours? What are you doing?
GRRRRRRR- kids.
The military member was a pussy and would not tell the woman to keep her kids up= I got that job.
I helped carry the packing boxes in and went to close the packing truck doors as it is raining in the door and fell flat on my ass, falling into the wooden fence that had barbwire to keep their small dog in. WET STINKY mud all over my back, shirt ripped, head hit the fence.
Got to pack the basement- moldy, wet cartons. Head is closed off- that headache really kicks in after mold breathing for a hour or so.
Upstairs to pack- KIDS start the torment.
The narrow street is a problem for the truck, knowing we would have to park them in another location over night.
Neighbor made sure I understood I had to get the truck moved before 500 pm. I was blocking the road… a fucking pick up could get passed us…but I am blocking the road.
Lunch- asking the only store in town about parking a straight job in their parking lot and told no, but the church might. And her words was “Go up the road…3 houses I think. You will see a very neat home and that is the lady who takes care of the church. (you have to ask someone- just don’t park a truck anyplace)
I get out at this very neat home in the junk of a neighborhood. I go toward the porch and a dog is chain there. I step into the yard to go up the front of the porch when…SPLAT! I fall face first into the mud. SOAKING muddy wet from chest down.
Hurt my shoulder and wrist.
Boys jumped out of my car, running to help me up.
Back to work packing- running the kids off with a “We need the kids watched after...again .â€
Telling the lady she needed to get a baby sitter for the kids in the morning as we load.
Telling her she also need to get the cat shit off the furniture on the porch.
Which set off the military member…FINALLY as he came to see his furniture was ruined.
We worked till 4:45 pm and left them having a little tiff.
Home at 6:40 pm
Hot shower, food, and one pain pill later…..
I am freaking done.
And wonder why the hell I do this job.
And today:
Woke up sore.
Took a long hot shower and at work at 5:30am to load some packing before the boys showed up.
Drove the hour and half, to wait 30 minutes for someone with a key to show up.
It misted all day.
Kids where at the house…underfoot again.
I did manage to stay on my two feet today, the boys giving me their arm, hands when I went even near the wet grass.
Fights continued between the member and the lady who moved in on top of them- from who’s pot and pans, to the pictures on the walls.
Kids in the house.
He would tell us one thing, we start packing, she would come in and take them back out.
Kids in the house.
Rain by the time we was loaded.
Kids in the yard and house.
Kids get in the truck, I throw them out, mother gets pissy.
Neighbor starts again a about blocking the road, warn going to call the police as her mail box was blocked.
Kids…
Home by 5:10 pm.
Went to Cat’s to get my cookies that Lady C sent me…only to find no one home.
Still sore.
Hot shower, food, couch.
Oh and…
*RUM*
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