So. For those in the know, my current living situation is slightly less than perfection. And the last few months I've managed to keep mum on the topic because it was very kindly suggested to me by ones who love me that everyone might not be so interested. As if. (Although, perhaps my silent complaining has reached a few ears. Perhaps it's not been so silent. Perhaps, at times, it's been of the crying and yelling and screaming variety. I'm not saying this has happened. It just might have happened.) But today, the curtain of silence has been lifted.
At the end of January I had to move. This happened for a reason that will remain un-addressed. Because, as the saying goes, if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. And I most definitely have nothing nice to say on the subject. And while there have been some silver linings to the situation I mostly find the whole deal wildly infuriating. No windows, no air, no cell reception, bad laundry, blah blah blah. I'm continually encouraged by the ones who love me to make the best of it and I try, I honestly do. But today....erhggg.
Over the weekend, I was oh-so productive and cleaned out my room and was oh-so proud of myself and called the Salvation Army to pickup my donation. Today, I got a call from the Salvation Army.
Him: "Hello ma'am? This is Joe from the Salvation Army. I'm the dispatcher and, ma'am, I'm just calling to let you know that we're not going to pick up your donation today."
Me: "Why not?"
Him: "Well ma'am, my driver tried to get down your street but his truck can't make the turn and the street seems to be too narrow."
Me: "Please, sir, I know it's a narrow street but I know if he tries again, he could make it."
Him: "Well, I'll ask him to try but he says the street is too narrow and he really doesn't want to."
Even the Salvation Army doesn't want to come here!
Ok. The silence curtain is now closed.