Out of My Way...

I finally got tired of waiting after the last post and made some plans. I went downstairs last night after work and a few other consulting calls with some website design folks and ran through everything.

Boxes were moved to the attic, suitcases were moved, I called friends and had them pick up anything they had left at my house and take it home. I gave away books and other things I didn't need. Threw out tons of old birthday and christmas cards (sentimental value be damned). My friend came over and got sucked into my focused effort to clean up. I directed him while directing Roommate 4 and got tons of things moved, sorted, folded and simply put out of my way. Now that we have the kitchen mostly cleaned and the goodwill donations in one central location, my next goals include the living room and the back porch. Things are just going to be gone.

This doesn't come without its consequences: Roommate 1 complained that they weren't included and I was just moving stuff and it was rude and I shouldn't have just done all of that without talking to anyone and I should've gotten everyone involved instead of just Roommate #4. My only response was: I got tired of waiting. No one else cares and wanted to help, so I'm doing it myself. Roommate #4 is here because he saw what I was doing and wanted to help. If you want to help, feel free, but I'm getting things done today. She made some excuse (well, I'm too nervous to do that now, so just tell me where things are) and I continued cleaning, moving things, and all this.

In the end, they can complain all they want. I told them that I wanted the house clean. I told them I wanted the kitchen clean. I told one in particular that I am becoming upset and sad thinking that no one wanted to help me. I was told that I shouldn't think that. No one wants to help me. I'm tired to complaining about it. Tired of crying about it. Action time now.

The warrior is awake now and ready for battle. Lead, follow, or get the fuck out of my way.