You can't count on me...
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People often ask me why I don�t ask for help when I need it. I have gotten to the point where I have learned to depend on me. My Mom is the only other person the I will ask for help because I know that despite our lack of cohesiveness, she has always and will always be there for me. This weekend was the big move. My move has been scheduled sense the end of July. Back in the beginning of August I asked Rie�s dad S to transport a couch that I had just bought. I was planning on just renting a U-haul to move the couch but there were no U-hauls available on the day that I had to have it moved. So even though I hate asking people for there help, I called Rie�s dad anyways and with in 30 minutes of calling him, he was at my house in his Fred Sanford truck and overalls ready to help me out. I told him that I had just bought the couch because I was moving into my own apartment at the end of the month. He told me that he would help me move so I would not have to rent a truck. I was like cool; I will gladly pay him rather than rent a truck. When I went over to S�s house on Thurdsay to have his son D look at my car, he said that he would have D help me move instead. No problem, S is in his mid 50�s and does not need to be helping lift all that heavy stuff anyways. I will just pay D instead. Since D had to work on Saturday and Sunday, we were trying to figure out a good time for him to help me move. We decided on Saturday at 6:00pm after D got off work. Which meant that I would not be able to go to our family picnic on Saturday because I needed to make sure I had everything ready to move. I knew D would be tired by the time he got off work so I didn�t want him to spend any extra unnecessary time helping me out. Saturday at 5:30, I called D on his cell phone and left a message to let him know that I was at home and that I would be there when he got off work. I called again at 6:00 pm to find out if he was still coming because I had not heard from him. At 6:30, S calls Rie to tell her that D had to work late at his job and might not be able to help me out tonight. And since he had to be at work at 8:00 am the next morning would not be able to help me until later Sunday evening. I was pissed beyond pissed! I had already changed my Saturday afternoon plans to be able to fit in D�s schedule and here he is changing things on me. I later found out that D had forgot that he was supposed to be helping me out and took a later shift at work because he was too tired to get up on Saturday morning. (see this is why u cant rely on folks) Rie came over anyways to help me take as much stuff to my place as possible in my car and my Mom�s car. We actually got a lot done Saturday evening but I still had a lot that had to be moved Sunday and I didn�t want to wait until real late to do it. Rie said that she would just go to her Dad�s house Sunday morning and get the truck and we would just move the stuff by ourselves. By then I was so frustrated that I was like that is fine. But...of course there is a but, I would have to wait until after her yoga and weight lifting class that starts at 9:30 am. By the time she would be done with the two classes it would be after 12:00 pm which at that time would be about 100 degrees outside. The last thing I wanted to do was move in the hot ass heat. Since Rie was dead set on going to her freakin yoga and weight class I really could not argue with her. After all she was still doing me a favor. But I was ready to just say fuck it and go rent a damn truck and move the shit myself. I was mad as hell because Rie has known for more than a month that I was going to be moving on Sunday August 31 and she said that she would help. Now all of a sudden the yoga and weight class are more important than helping me move. She kept using the excuse that she has not had a chance to really work out since she was gone last week and how much more energized and good she feels after the workout and how she had to do this for HER and yadda, yadda, yadda. Last week when she needed me to take her to the airport at 4:00 in the morning, I could have said let me take you later cause I need my 8 hours of beauty rest, it make me feel better. Or when I had to pick her up from the airport, I could have told her that picking her up at that time interfered with my gym time and that she would have to wait until I was done. Point is, it would not have killed her to help me move Sunday morning instead of going to the gym. Whenever she needs my help, rarely do I put up a fuss. I�m always there to help her out. The one time I really really needed her, it came with a price and since we are best friends, it should not have been like that. Rie did go get her dad�s truck Sunday morning. We loaded up most of my big stuff took it to my apartment then she left to go to her yoga class. My mom (a 52 year old women) and I were left to try to unload all this stuff. And since my mom is not in the best physical shape, I did most of it myself, with the help of a hand truck. By the time Rie got back to my apartment at 12:30 we were already done moving. Now was just the task of getting organized. My mom by now was tired and Rie said she was tired too (wait, wasn�t the yoga class supposed to give you more energy??). So I got stuck doing just about everything. Oh yea, my mom did make up my bed, despite all the junk and clothes around it and Rie did put on my couch cover...so I guess they did help out. This is why I don�t ask people for shit unless I absolutely have to. I would have been better off paying to have some college students move my shit for me than to deal with this stress. Of course I called my Dad last week and him help me out...but he was going to the family picnic (that I was supposed to go to) and was camping out up there overnight. I guess it would be a little too much for him to cut his trip a few hours short and come help his daughter move. I rarely ask my Dad for anything. If I have to ask my dad for money it�s cause I'm trying to pull money out my ass and am getting nothing but dried up shit. I have learned that I can�t depend on him so I stop depending on him. I really thought my mom would have helped me get organized a little more. She basically sat back and told me everything that I was doing wrong. And Rie is who shocked me the most. I would have never thought that she would do what she did. But it�s cool, I�m a little hurt by her actions, but I will get over it. I�m not even going to hold a grudge; I just know now where I fit in as far as her priorities are concerned. Even when I moved to Michigan, J-mac was supposed to come and help me move but when it came time to actions speak...he was MIA. B on the other hand was right there helping me when I was getting ready to move back to Cali. He climbed up and down my three story apratment building helping me move box after box. He loaded up my car and my roomates car and he took me to the post office to help me ship some of my stuff home. B even carryed my couch out of the apattment, down three flights of stairs and out to the garbage dumpster that was about 100 yards away with very little help from me. The crazy part is, I didn't even have to ask for his help, he just showed up and started helping us out. Between Sunday and all day Monday, I got my place into shape. And if I must say so...it looks good. It�s been a long stressful weekend...I have not even begun to discuss my mom�s side of the family that came up for a visit who could have easily played in the black version of Dumb and Dumber...But I will save there madness for another day. I am just soooooooo happy to be living on my own. I thought I would be scared shitless because I don�t usually like to be in the house by myself at night, but I was fine. Had very little trouble sleeping...prolly because I was so stressed out and tired. I even did my butt naked happy dance last night when I got out the shower and realized I didn�t need a towel to walk around. I don�t even feel like I just had a 3-day weekend. I woke early every morning and have been moving non-stop. Poor Bro. A called me a stranger yesterday cause he had not heard from me. I have been so busy I have hardly had time to think straight. I could really use a vacaton!! |
12:54 p.m. || September 02, 2003 |
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