well fuck, things just aren't going as planned, now are they? I like organisation, I like being in charge. I like plans, and I love things going to plan.

SO WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? I hate not being in control.

I've been sitting in the middle of my partially empty lounge room crying for the past hour. I just feel so helpless and alone and I dont know what to do.

The plan was: I'd go to work. The couch delivery people would call an hour before arriving. I'd head home, let them in, marvel at the beauty of my new couch and then head back to work for a fun friday. Fridays are the best and I look forward to them alllll week. Pub lunch, drinks after work.
But instead the call before I even leave for work saying they are on their way. Cool, great, I'll just wait and go into work aftewards. They arrive, yay. But then we realize the doorway is really narrow and they don't think they can get the corner pieces in. Or the end withthe recliner. or the end with the chaise. They do manage to get the one little middle piece in. Yay. 1 in, only 4 pieces to go.

The other option is to take it down the side, around the back, through the bottom unit and up the stairs. Which will be a total pain in the ass, getting it up the stairs etc, but at least the stair well is wider than the doorway (what sucks is the door opens into a little hallway... they really didn't plan this unit very well).

Of course, the side we have access too has a bunch of water heaters down the narrow side so no, it wouldn't fit down there.

Next option- take it down the OTHER side of the building.... problem- the gate is locked (to keep the prostitutes out, and stop them from taking clients down the back of our unit and shagging them in the yard- I KID YOU NOT, that's what used to happen. The ladies of the night frequent our street corner, and before this unit block had the security gate on the garage and the locked side gates, the girls would take people down the back of our unit. EWWWWW)

So yea, gate is locked. Who has a key? hmmm the woman who owns the unit next to me- but she has gone to work. And who else? The real estate? OH NO, that would make too much sense. No, instead the owner of MY unit has a key. But of course he works, is busy, and ages away.

The delivery guys are getting antsy coz they have other deliveries to make. So one suggested taking OFF the front door. That would give us the few extra inches to get the pieces inside. YAY! He starts loosening the screws, BUT ONE SCREW will not come loose. He doesn't have the right screwdriver, its not long enough to get in there, but he keeps trying. He gets out a hammer and tries hitting some stuff. He gets out a wrench and tries that. But nothing will make that screw come loose. No go!

So that's it. There's nothing more these guys can do, and they can't be fucked to try anything else. They have to go, so I sign the delivery form and off they go.

My flatmate downstairs, Adam has been kind enough to get up after a really late gig last night, so he had been out with us, trying to work out a way. The delivery guys leave and Adam and I talk some more. I call the owner and he tells me he can come over to unlock the gate after lunch some time. I have no tools here so we can't try and get the door off.

I call work and tell them I won't be in, and then I end up on the floor crying to myself. I know I'm being stupid, it'll work out eventually. But I just felt so stupid, buying a couch that doesn't even fit in my front door. Adam has gone to sleep off his late night some more, so its just me.I stand out in the garage looking at these 4 pieces of couch that wont fit in and I can't do anything. I can't move them, although I try. Maybe the delivery guys didn't try it this way - so I pull and groan and slide the piece over to the front door, but it wont go through.

Damn

Its rainy and grey and cold, I'm all alone, day time tv SUCKS. And i'm missing out on a friday at work. I'm wasting a holiday- I've been trying to save them up because i'll need to take a fair bit of time off for the breast reduction thing. So I dont want to waste a day of holidays, ESPECIALLY not a friday. The best day of the week. I'm missing out on our ritual pub lunch. I want to be able to talk to people, ask their opinions. Vent my stress. I rang the boy and had a cry and he calmed me down a little. I want to be at work because being around everyone always makes me feel better. I need people!

I'm thinking of going down to the bottle shop and buying some alcohol and drinking my frustrations away. Since the day is a waste anyway, I might as well really waste it.

The one little piece of lounge is sitting there, looking so beautiful and comfortable and new. But its just sitting there ALONE. Its so sad.