homeless is as homeless does (lives)

wow. wow^{^n}. i am impressed. they've actually managed to drop their level to a new low. i signed for half a day, and i arrived on site around 1pm. after a short struggle with a bunch of morons - i hate it when people who speak worse hebrew than i do try to help me understand others' hebrew - i found the guy i was looking for.

i questioned him, as thoroughly as possible, and he was absolutely confident that my apartment was all ready for me to move in. minus a shower head, a matter of a few minutes at most.

i then interrupted a suit-and-tie meeting (me with my shirt off, displaying my nipple ring) that included the landlord (ponce. scum.), and finally met the contractor. who assured me that everything was going smoooooooooooothly (think invader zim - the nightmare begins), and that i should get packing (literally).

so i did. most people know how much of a mission packing is in general, but when it's last minute then things get messy. and when the intention is to unpack within a few hours, things get more disorganized.

they moved my washing machine, they moved my bed, they moved my desk. i went up to see how things were progressing... and they weren't. some bastard worker had gone against the instructions he'd received, and begun tiling right outside my door. and refused to stop... so i scrambled around his work, and did some prodding.

*whoops*

no electricity.

*whoops*

no water.

erm. so wtf am i supposed to do? i asked the contractor (interrupting his oh-so-sincere apologies) who's ultimately responsible. i'm not sure if it's standard procedure, or the way i asked him, but he refused to divulge that information and promised me he'd do the shouting.

like that'll make me feel good. for all i friggin' know, HE'S the only one to blame. or maybe, as the kid put it, the entity responsible is god, who roused him in the middle of the night - boondock saints style - to tell him that it's time to make totalwaste suffer again.

so what's the new deal? they moved my mattress back. so tonight when i get home, i'm sleeping on the mattress on the floor. then in the morning i have to put more things in storage, and my evening becomes an absolute bloody mess.

well, hopefully not literally - i'm going to a wedding, and if it's anything like the huge event in wishmaster then that's going to suck.

apparently *SMASH* they'll *CRASH* move all my *BANG* things tomorrow, and wednesday, when i get home around midnight, i should be able to assess the damage.