How the South was won... Leaving Savannah (December 1-10)
As I wrote in my previous entry, my old room-mate Rachel decided to be catastrophically irresponsible at my expense and leave 3 ROOMS full of her belongings in the apartment upon the end of our lease. On top of that, she went to Japan, yes folks... JAPAN, on the 1st of December (we were supposed to be out of the place by the last day of November) and, incase it wasn't enough, she leaves me this awesome note that says something along the lines of "sorry about everything... my friends will move me out this weekend blablabla". So here I am left dumbfounded that she took such advantage of me and kinda freaked out that some random person(s) has keys to my place. So why not leave all of this for the landlord to take care of? I had to stay in Savannah until I found a solution because her name was NOT on the lease... only mine was. Stupid, I know. I learned my lesson there but seriously oh my gosh. No help cleaning the apartment, no stuff even moved out. ..I was lost on what to do... and severely angry.
SO this is what ended up happening. She told me in her little note that her friends would come and get it or else i can donate some of it or whatever. My car was already packed and ready to go so I couldn't move anything for her even if I wanted to. Her friends NEVER came that weekend and I ended up having to sleep on friend's couches until a solution was found. After the weekend and no sign of her "friends" I started to get a little worried... How long was I going to have to stay in Savannah?! I talked to my landlord and he, like any good landlord, wanted me to stay until everything got figured out. I don't hold that against him, it was the reasonable thing to do on his side... just crappy for my situation. So I wrote a letter to Rachel trying to get SOMETHING from her- some sort of leverage so that I can get on with my life. She wrote me back giving me only a little bit of what I requested from her- namely phone numbers of the people who have the keys to the apartment, an address or something or whatever. She gave me her mother's phone number and made some dumb comment about how hard it is to deal with jet lag. I was like you have GOT to be kidding me. Anyway I contacted her mother who acted like she was some sort of victim. I told the woman that she had a few choices. Either get me some money asap so I can rent a Uhaul and storage space and get the stuff out of there myself... (can't do it without the cash up front though and the longer it takes the longer I'm stranded there), or they could deal with the fact that their stuff is going out on the street. I mentioned the street thing to her because, basically, her leaving all of that stuff like that gives my land lord the right to do whatever he wants with it. I'm sorry but people can't just work around your irresponsibility. Her response to that part of it was amusing to me. She said something like "I'm sorry but I'd be really pissed if you put all that stuff I paid for out on the street." I'm thinking to myself... noway did she just say that. At this point it had been exactly ONE WEEK since I had planned on leaving. I had been waiting around and trying to solve RACHEL's problems for one entire week. Living out of a backpack on people's couches for ONE WEEK. I mean I thought this stuff would last one or two days... not a week. ugh.
Ok so can I just say that I was SOOO blessed because of these things:
1. My landlord didn't have anyone moving in right away so technically this problem was only infringing on ME and not anyone else.
2. I'm basically working for myself and not anyone else so I didn't need to be in Salt Lake City for any job by any certain time.
3. Hawk and Adam were totally awesome and let me stay at their houses. Adam was doubly awesome and let Alaska stay at his place the entire time. I think Alaska loves Adam, Eddie, and Chris more than she loves me. haha.
4. Staying allowed me to slow down and enjoy my friends/the nice parts of Savannah for a few days without the burden of school. (soon I will be posting a "things everyone should experience in Savannah while there" list... keep an eye out!)
5. I got a chance to go out with my Aunt who was in town for business! She graciously treated Hawk and I to the Pink House. Can I please add that she is AWESOME and the food was great too! I love showing people around and she let Hawk and me show her and her coworker around for a night. It was fun.
6. Got to say goodbye/see a ton of people that I wouldn't have otherwise been able to see if I had left on the 1st like I had been planning to all year.
Here I was now- 8 DAYS after I was supposed to go and no word on how the heck I can get that stuff out of there. Yes, I COULD have just left it on the street or said to the people in my neighborhood "hey free stuff, you just gotta move it yourself" and it would be gone in less than a day but I just couldn't do it. My inability to put her loads of crap onto the street had nothing to do with her mother saying it would "piss her off" or the fact that I physically couldn't even move half the stuff there- I just seriously couldn't do it. I don't care how much the girl screwed me over, disrespected me, took advantage of me. I just couldn't do it. Two wrongs don't make a right and revenge is something that I don't want to exist in my life-actions at all. Some would argue that it wouldn't have been an act of revenge, just what normally happens when someone does what she did- I don't care though, I couldn't do it. So her mom calls me a day after I talked to her on the phone... she's all like "well I don't know what you are doing but Rachel's friends came by and are moving her stuff out." This ticked me off because I had written a GIANT note on the door saying "PLEASE CALL ME IF YOU ARE HERE TO MOVE RACHEL'S STUFF" and what not- it also explained that I needed that key. They did NOT call me... they called Rachel's mom and told HER to call me. What the flying eff. I seriously couldn't have been more angry at that moment. I had no idea who was in the place that I am legally responsible for and what the heck was going on. After my conversation ended with Rachel's mom Eddie and I went over to the apartment... lo and behold, the place was spotless. Somehow her friends moved every single other thing in the apartment out of it and left everything beautiful. I was speechless again because, just the day before, I had a chat with my landlord about what to do and it was sounding like, if Rachel's family didn't take immediate action and responsibility, I'd have to stay until either they acted or until Rachel got back on the 15th or 16th from Japan. This really upset me but to have went the very next day to the apartment to see everything out was such a major relief. I tried not to think about the fact that it had already been 8 days since the day I packed my car, ready to move out west.
I called my landlord that night and, although he had to be out of town on business, he gave me the ok to leave and so I spent the next day collecting my things and preparing and on the 10th day of delay I was FINALLY able to leave Savannah...FINALLY.
I felt like everything was working against me, something blocking me from accomplishing what I wanted to accomplish... something trying to stop me from moving forward. Yea it took ten days but the Lord got me through. I'm not going to lie... I was just about pulling my hair out when I learned every day that I was sinking a little deeper into the quicksands of having to stay in Savannah. Please, God I thought I was going to die if I didn't see the Rockies soon.
Overcame:
1. Temptation to take total revenge on Rachel and put all her stuff on the street so that I could leave 10 days EARLIER.. when I was SUPPOSED to.
2. Living out of a backpack with everything I own in my car for over a week... couch hopping.
3. Hawk's gas getting turned off so freezing cold night and needing new place to sleep.
4. Having no place to keep Alaska (thanks Adam for covering this one)
5. Moving everything mostly on my own and cleaning the entire apartment alone.
6. My anger at Rachel (for the most part)
7. Crashing off my bicycle and loosing my phone/keys/wallett for 2 days and thinking I might be stuck in Georgia forever... (found em!)
So off I went... 1:30pm I scooped up Alaska, kissed and hugged my friends, and hit the road home... to the Mighty West!
We could be closer than you know,
Chelsea
SO this is what ended up happening. She told me in her little note that her friends would come and get it or else i can donate some of it or whatever. My car was already packed and ready to go so I couldn't move anything for her even if I wanted to. Her friends NEVER came that weekend and I ended up having to sleep on friend's couches until a solution was found. After the weekend and no sign of her "friends" I started to get a little worried... How long was I going to have to stay in Savannah?! I talked to my landlord and he, like any good landlord, wanted me to stay until everything got figured out. I don't hold that against him, it was the reasonable thing to do on his side... just crappy for my situation. So I wrote a letter to Rachel trying to get SOMETHING from her- some sort of leverage so that I can get on with my life. She wrote me back giving me only a little bit of what I requested from her- namely phone numbers of the people who have the keys to the apartment, an address or something or whatever. She gave me her mother's phone number and made some dumb comment about how hard it is to deal with jet lag. I was like you have GOT to be kidding me. Anyway I contacted her mother who acted like she was some sort of victim. I told the woman that she had a few choices. Either get me some money asap so I can rent a Uhaul and storage space and get the stuff out of there myself... (can't do it without the cash up front though and the longer it takes the longer I'm stranded there), or they could deal with the fact that their stuff is going out on the street. I mentioned the street thing to her because, basically, her leaving all of that stuff like that gives my land lord the right to do whatever he wants with it. I'm sorry but people can't just work around your irresponsibility. Her response to that part of it was amusing to me. She said something like "I'm sorry but I'd be really pissed if you put all that stuff I paid for out on the street." I'm thinking to myself... noway did she just say that. At this point it had been exactly ONE WEEK since I had planned on leaving. I had been waiting around and trying to solve RACHEL's problems for one entire week. Living out of a backpack on people's couches for ONE WEEK. I mean I thought this stuff would last one or two days... not a week. ugh.
Ok so can I just say that I was SOOO blessed because of these things:
1. My landlord didn't have anyone moving in right away so technically this problem was only infringing on ME and not anyone else.
2. I'm basically working for myself and not anyone else so I didn't need to be in Salt Lake City for any job by any certain time.
3. Hawk and Adam were totally awesome and let me stay at their houses. Adam was doubly awesome and let Alaska stay at his place the entire time. I think Alaska loves Adam, Eddie, and Chris more than she loves me. haha.
4. Staying allowed me to slow down and enjoy my friends/the nice parts of Savannah for a few days without the burden of school. (soon I will be posting a "things everyone should experience in Savannah while there" list... keep an eye out!)
5. I got a chance to go out with my Aunt who was in town for business! She graciously treated Hawk and I to the Pink House. Can I please add that she is AWESOME and the food was great too! I love showing people around and she let Hawk and me show her and her coworker around for a night. It was fun.
6. Got to say goodbye/see a ton of people that I wouldn't have otherwise been able to see if I had left on the 1st like I had been planning to all year.
Here I was now- 8 DAYS after I was supposed to go and no word on how the heck I can get that stuff out of there. Yes, I COULD have just left it on the street or said to the people in my neighborhood "hey free stuff, you just gotta move it yourself" and it would be gone in less than a day but I just couldn't do it. My inability to put her loads of crap onto the street had nothing to do with her mother saying it would "piss her off" or the fact that I physically couldn't even move half the stuff there- I just seriously couldn't do it. I don't care how much the girl screwed me over, disrespected me, took advantage of me. I just couldn't do it. Two wrongs don't make a right and revenge is something that I don't want to exist in my life-actions at all. Some would argue that it wouldn't have been an act of revenge, just what normally happens when someone does what she did- I don't care though, I couldn't do it. So her mom calls me a day after I talked to her on the phone... she's all like "well I don't know what you are doing but Rachel's friends came by and are moving her stuff out." This ticked me off because I had written a GIANT note on the door saying "PLEASE CALL ME IF YOU ARE HERE TO MOVE RACHEL'S STUFF" and what not- it also explained that I needed that key. They did NOT call me... they called Rachel's mom and told HER to call me. What the flying eff. I seriously couldn't have been more angry at that moment. I had no idea who was in the place that I am legally responsible for and what the heck was going on. After my conversation ended with Rachel's mom Eddie and I went over to the apartment... lo and behold, the place was spotless. Somehow her friends moved every single other thing in the apartment out of it and left everything beautiful. I was speechless again because, just the day before, I had a chat with my landlord about what to do and it was sounding like, if Rachel's family didn't take immediate action and responsibility, I'd have to stay until either they acted or until Rachel got back on the 15th or 16th from Japan. This really upset me but to have went the very next day to the apartment to see everything out was such a major relief. I tried not to think about the fact that it had already been 8 days since the day I packed my car, ready to move out west.
I called my landlord that night and, although he had to be out of town on business, he gave me the ok to leave and so I spent the next day collecting my things and preparing and on the 10th day of delay I was FINALLY able to leave Savannah...FINALLY.
I felt like everything was working against me, something blocking me from accomplishing what I wanted to accomplish... something trying to stop me from moving forward. Yea it took ten days but the Lord got me through. I'm not going to lie... I was just about pulling my hair out when I learned every day that I was sinking a little deeper into the quicksands of having to stay in Savannah. Please, God I thought I was going to die if I didn't see the Rockies soon.
Overcame:
1. Temptation to take total revenge on Rachel and put all her stuff on the street so that I could leave 10 days EARLIER.. when I was SUPPOSED to.
2. Living out of a backpack with everything I own in my car for over a week... couch hopping.
3. Hawk's gas getting turned off so freezing cold night and needing new place to sleep.
4. Having no place to keep Alaska (thanks Adam for covering this one)
5. Moving everything mostly on my own and cleaning the entire apartment alone.
6. My anger at Rachel (for the most part)
7. Crashing off my bicycle and loosing my phone/keys/wallett for 2 days and thinking I might be stuck in Georgia forever... (found em!)
So off I went... 1:30pm I scooped up Alaska, kissed and hugged my friends, and hit the road home... to the Mighty West!
We could be closer than you know,
Chelsea
posted by Chelsea at 8:34 AM
1 Comments:
Glad everything worked out. You're not the only one who has to deal with crappy roommates. I know for me, its nice to know im not the only one. Hope salt lake is awesome and hope to see you soon.
-Zack
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