|Originally posted by George Smiley |
Well what a shit fucking day! I got thrown out of my house by the new landlard!
I had everything planned ready to move house tomorrow morning (I'm only moving round the corner but it's two car trips worth of stuff) then my current landlord comes round with the new landlord to inspect the house then tells me I have to move out today! (My current landlord had assured me tomorrow would be fine) So, I ring the estate agents for my new house to see if I can move in today and they say "we've got too much admin work to do today to be handing out keys" WTF?! The house is fucking empty!
So I've had to dump some stuff at a mates then get my Dad to pick up the rest of my stuff and drive it 40 miles to their house for the night then drive back in the morning!
There's some right fucking ****s completely surplus to requirements on this plantet!!!
(First of all - the plan - arive Leeds 10:30am, pick up keys. Unpack car and finish for approx midday. Join friends in pub beer garden with big screen at 1pm for England match. Rest of day heavy drinking)
So me and me Dad drive back up to Leeds and arrive at the estate agents at 11am cos we hit traffic just outside and inside Leeds. England match starts at 4pm, so plenty of time. As we get to the estate agents to pick my key up there's a big fuck off queue. So we get in line and start waiting, still plenty of time right? And I mean, how long does it actually take to hand out a key to someone?? I start getting nervous when I realise it's taking around 10 mins per person to pick up there keys, and it's a big queue! (Still, surely I'll be done for 2pm at the latest?!) so it comes to 2:30pm when I finally get inside and sit down, show my ID and wait for the key. The guy looks through one box of keys, then the other, then back through the other one again. I ask if my key is there and he says no! He then says he'll drive round to the house and let me in so I can start unpacking while they get another key cut. We arrive at the house and the guy says his key doesn't work and that we'd have to wait for a lock smith! The lock smith, apparantley will be half an hour (so 3:15pm!!) which I don't believe. So at 3:20pm (!) I ring them up and ask where the lock smith is - they don't know! Then at 3:30pm the actual landlord of the house turns up, opens the door with his key and says "oh yea, the estate agents keys won't work cos I changed the locks!!!" What a fucking c.unt!
So me and me Dad chuck (and I mean chuck) everything out of the car, into the house and run to the nearest pub (not the one I was supposed to be in!) and make it there for dead on 4pm, and me covered in sweat! And THEN! Christian fucking Ronaldo and and Argentinian C.UNT!! decide that my day wasn't bad enuf already and decide to send England home from the World Cup!