Frustration

I have one week left before I must be out of the apartment, and when I return to school. My estate sale got botched - the main flier I placed in the lobby of her building, was removed, and I only noticed it the day of the sale. I have a feeling I should know where to place the blame, but I have no proof. I only have a naggy feeling in my gut.

Anyway, tonight I have an appraiser coming by to look at the apartment - and even if I only get 50 bucks total, I'll take it. Time is of the essence. Things the estate people will not buy, and will trash, but I think can be sold - I will take for myself and try to sell them on my own.

So many venues, so little time. Need to choose.

I'm tired, and frustrated. I hope the return to school will give me some sanity and normalcy.

I have totally checked out.

Done. Finito. Alizah has left the building. I here by give up.

I am completely intolerant of assholes, and trivialities.

I waited all friggin day to see this estate appraiser to look at the remainder of my grandmother's things - and not only was he completely UNinterested in being there, he was totally rude to me (see above intolerance of assholes). He would ask a question he wasn't interested in the answer to, and couldn't even fake it. The icing on the cake was when he asked what high school I went to - and then he proceeded to make a crack about it.

This stuff "was not for him." and he gave me the name of another guy I could try.

Tomorrow I will be forced to call the guy I hate, and who will more than likely send some perfectly good furniture to the junk heap. Befers told me tonight that the effort was a good deed and my attempt was honest - I can't be faulted for it. She actually said I had put forth a Herculean effort... I hope that thought keeps me warm [when I'm frozen in carbonite!] in years to come.

I am so upset right now, I popped open a Mike's. I hope at the very least, it will help me sleep.