I Lied to Myself

I have a saying (what else is new?), 'If it doesn't make me happy, I'm not doing it.' Well, the question now is why can't I stick to my word? I'm a flipflopper, a disgrace to my own being, a useless twit. hee hee. That's going a little far.

Last week Ed told me that he had to help his family friend Paula and her new girlfriend move into their apartment. Ed has a van, so he always gets stuck moving people and carting things all over town for his relatives, friends, etc.. So then he tells me that the family friend is 50 (a guess), and her new girlfriend is 21. Fine, whatever. The 21 year old will do most of the work and we'll just carry the heavy stuff. They have both lived in SC for a few years, but Paula is from here, so she has her stuff in storage. I figure it can't be that much, and I'll go along for the ride. It's not a big deal. Well, let me just tell you that it sucked!

I hope you are a prepared for a pretty lengthy story, because here it is. We get to the storage place at 8:30. Paula is sitting outside of the storage area waiting on us. It seems strange to me that the storage area is open 24 hours, yet she's waiting out front for us, but cool. We go in and head up to her square. The square is packed with stuff, and I think that it's going to take us a while. We start piling up her stuff and then Ed asks if that cart can go in the car. Paula says 'well, we just got back from SC last night, and didn't get a chance to unpack the car.' WTF? How do you expect to move everything if you don't even have space? Whatever. Ed tells me she's wacko, and just stop making faces at the girl and Paula. hee hee. Me? Make faces. No way. So Ed, Paula and I pack most of the stuff in the van, while the girl sits near the car smoking and "watching" the stuff. When I say watching, I mean watching. She didn't pack a thing. I tried to give her little tasks before I beat her up because she was lazy, and she obliged, but why do I have to tell her what to put in the car? Ed had to tell them to move their pimpin' seats up so he could get more stuff in the car. That was funny. We finally get to the apartment and Paula says something about 'oh, I thought I lived on the first floor and had a patio door.' She told Ed the other day that the move wouldn't be bad because we could go from the car to the patio and into the apartment. Well, Paula lives on the second floor. How did she not know where she lived, you ask? I ask the same question. So Ed and I are moving stuff in double time and they are walking as slow as molasses. The girl is rearranging the three boxes that are in her room so she doesn't have to walk outside and carry two broomsticks. She's 21 and had absolutely no energy. Well, she had energy to smoke a million cigarettes, but no energy to move her new girlfriend's things. She wasn't happy about being in a new place with a new person. She wasn't happy to start a new life. She was just a miserable little girl with no direction.

Ok breathe...Ed had a headache so on trip two, we tell them to finish unpacking the car, we'll run to 7-11 and meet them back at the storage area. Done deal. We get back to the storage area and this time they are inside the storage area, but the bay door isn't open and they haven't even thought about starting to get more stuff. Ed is screaming about it to me in the car, and we're stuck outside the storage area because we don't have the code. Ed honks the horn (HA!!HA!! I'm laughing at how ridiculous they are), and Paula comes strolling to the gate. We go inside once again and guess what? The backseat of the car STILL isn't unloaded. Ed's really getting mad now, and I'm just laughing on the inside. Once again, we pack up, get back to their house and it's a deja-vu all over again. What a day!

The saddest part about this whole story is that Paula and this chicky are just two lost souls. The girl left her family (not sure of that whole story) and everything at age 21 to move in with a 50 year old. She doesn't have a driver's license, nor does she have any type of skills except smoking and cussing. From the looks of her, she doesn't have a toothbrush either. Half her teeth were missing and she had a grumpy face on most of the time. I don't know what she plans to do except live off Paula, but that's the life of a gypsy. She said she moved every 6mos. of her life, so I think it's fair to call her a gypsy. I guess living with someone is better than living alone. Especially if they will provide food, clothes, shelter, and some good lovin' when you need it. I will also say that I don't know many lesbians, but out of the few that I have met, they aren't the brightest of the bunch, nor are they very stable. Maybe I should have asked if they had some good drugs. I just didn't see the attraction, but I did see my hard workin' man today. YAY!! He made me proud. ok...i got sappy at the end, but at least I'm done moving people. THAT MAKES ME HAPPY.