Before I even woke up this morning I already had 3 texts from my friends. I love them. It's always a hard day and I always have strange flashbacks about the events of that day...and how my school shut down and nobody knew where the hell anyone's parents were who worked in Manhattan. guhhhhh, awful. But at least (Thank God) I have great friends and family, so it makes it bearable.
S.T. / M.O. / M.C. 9/11/01 Never Forget
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In happy news...I got a fridge that works, fits, and costs more money...HOORAY!!!! No, it's pretty sweet, the water/ice maker are all hooked up, it's fanfuckingtastic. The stove now works...and its AWESOMESAUCE!
Some other issues - they cannot install the dishwasher until the countertop goes in, the microwave is now attached to the wall, but the idiot electrician put the wiring up there, but no plug. So now I have to call him back and have him come put that on for some strange reason. I still have no sink and no counter...but that will be in the next couple weeks :) Now that the stove works and I can get water from my fridge...I can actually cook something. Tonight probably won't be the christening night though, the kitchen is too messy still from the installation and I don't feel like cleaning it up.
Speaking of installation --- why do all male delivery men that come to my house want to be my best friend? You can't be nice to people anymore...it started to get creepy...re: this interchange:
Delivery Guy [about 6'4", black guy, ~30 years old]: (in a baby voice) Ma'am do you have a bandaid, I got a boo-boo while installing the microwave.
Me: (confused voice) Uhh, let me check, I might not have any left.
DG: Also, will you put it on for me? (holds out finger)
Me: (petrified smile) Uhhhh hold on...(finds bandaid) All I have is bright yellow curious George eating a banana.
DG: Thanks! (holds out finger)
Me: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
creepy right? Then they called me back twice after they left my house and left NO MESSAGES! wtf...I was scared, I might have to sleep with one eye open tonight.
gollllly
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