Are you kidding me?

 I truly think I am the heroine in G-d's comic book.  I sometimes have the worst luck! I can't believe  the Throggs Neck Bridge decided to catch on fire, the day I finally move out!

I didn't use movers.  I should have!  It took me the entire weekend to move my shit into my apartment considering I was dealing with bumper to bumper traffic from Manhattan to my parents place in Roslyn Heights.   I should have just spent the $700 and saved myself a trip to a psychotherapist

After I was given the keys, I walked into the apartment and noticed the landlord did not even bother to clean this place up.  I should have called the CDC to get this place quarantined, but than I would be left without an apartment, yet again.  It took me 2.5 days to clean this place up.  I only commenced the unpacking yesterday.   I guess I could have called the landlord and complained.  I didn't want to start off on the wrong foot though, who knows what issues I might have later.

I can't stop thinking about the fucking traffic!  It took 9 hours for me to get from my parents place on LI into Manhattan.  9 fucking hours!!!!!  Did I mention this was only my first trip in with my shit.  We should have used my parents SUV, instead we used my car, a non-SUV filled with my pharma shit!

I should not have taken the day off.  I should have just packed my vehicle, went to work for the day and unpacked after work.  Had I known it would take me ALL day just to do 1 run in, I would have done this.  I can't believe I wasted a day off on this! DAMNIT!!!

 I was so frustrated and so upset, I actually heavily cursed my mother. Blaming her for not having gotten movers. My father and I said it would be a good idea, but she insisted that I save the money and do it myself.  Once a Mexican woman makes a stand, she makes a stand.  There is NO arguing with my mother!  But seriously, my time is money.  I would have much rather spent the $700, than make several trips, in traffic ,whereby wasting my entire weekend.

All in all though, I LOVE this apartment. I cannot wait for everything to be just perfect and I am settled.

P.S.  I thought my shower was backed up.  I stayed at my parents place all weekend instead of my apartment.  The plumber guy just came.  Looks like I had the stopper on.   Ooopppsss!!!!!  Can we say, exhausted???