This is a post that I wrote some time back.
It got lost in the depths of my laptop..
Found it and decided to put it up.
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Omg,
Talk about Murphy’s Law.
Everything that could go wrong..
...well, you know how the story is supposed to go..
Moving apartment from my "cosy, ocean-view, family-oriented" apartment
That's in RealEstateTalk.
What it actually means..
incredibly small (10-step-tour small),
can see like ONE wave if you lean your whole body across the window,
and with a shared kitchen (where you have to play Twister with the apartment-mates at dinner time, just to get to the kitchen stoves)
Had an appointment with the realestate agent to sign the lease today
Ben & Geordie very courteously volunteered to help with the move
(Who would turn down good manual labor!!)
Lemme tell you,
Packing is like the worse thing in the world to do.
Two hours into packing and I was already crying out for my mommy.
*shameless*
One huge-ass suitcase, three duffel bags, three green enviro bags, four paper bags
Three boxes, four soft toys, three pillows, a fan
And a partridge in a pear tree.
So I go through the lease with a lady at the realestate place
And sign the contract,
And she hands me a copy of the contract, with an envelope with three keys inside
... or there were SUPPOSED to be three keys in there..
I take two steps out the front door (and the receptionist even saw me!!)
Open the envelope..
"Eh.. what the.. I thought there's supposed to be three of these?"
There were only two keys in there.
So I go back in, and ask for the missing key.
The realestate woman says "You sure you didn't drop them anywhere..?"
...
.....
(yes, I purposely dropped the keys to my own new apartment. Coz i'm weird and sadistic.. *dripping with sarcasm*)
They searched, and couldn't find it,
But told me to try and get in with the remaining two keys, and if i couldn't, they'd send a locksmith out to open the door for me.
So. Alright.
Slightly mollified.
Went to the new property,
And, of course la, with MY luck.. the missing key was the key to the friggin front door..
So I make the call to the realestate agent, to get them to get the door open.
RealEstateBigBoss answers the phone and says "Oh, I heard you lost one of the keys..."
...
.....!!!!
Bitch-and-a-half!!
She friggin put the blame on ME !!
What the friggin hell.
Immediately was irritated to the max lah of course.
What the hell,
You don't give me my keys, never mind. (after all, might have just dropped out.. noone's fault..)
You blame me for something I didnt do.. I MIND...
So, end of story,
I'm back in the old apartment,
Bags ALL over the place,
Room feeling very hollow and echo-y coz I've stripped the room of my photos, and all my other personal stuff..
Waiting for the stupid realestate agents to get back to me with the key.
Why don't they have a spare key?!?!..
Irritating-nyerrrr!!!
pausingz while i holidayz at Melbourne with Billie n SuLin..