TW: Rant
Where do I even start? The past few days have been so fucking stressful.
Angel is getting over an ear infection, and we thought we were out of the woods, until Nicor showed up. For the past couple of months, they’ve been talking about taking the gas meter from the inside of our house (in the basement, specifically my room) and moving it to the outside of the house. This is… frustrating for multiple reasons. Firstly, it’s just inconvenient; I don’t like people, much less strangers, especially in my personal space. They’ll be cutting into my wall. Secondly, the meter has been where it is now without issue, in the basement forever. Coming inside, and taking what’s in the house and working just fine, and moving it outside just feels pointless. I don’t understand what moving something, displacing a family, and burdening them (especially when most of them are disabled, or not able-bodied) needlessly without good reason.
I guess you could say I’m just frustrated.
I have to have my space invaded and ripped up. They’re digging up the front yard, the driveway, and displacing me (a disabled individual) as well as my pets, They want my bed and headboard moved, along with my posters, tapestries, and the dog’s bed, as well as the large entertainment center my TV and books are in. All of these things are heavy, and not easily moved. I’m not able to lift or move any of these things. My grandmother has cancer, and also cannot lift or move these things. That means that the only people in the house who can move these things are Pip, my little brother, and Angel (who has a bad back, and also should not be doing it.)
We found out yesterday morning that they would be coming at 9am on Thursday.
They knowingly gave us, two disabled individuals, less than 48-hours in order to do all of this. Factor in that if the bed is moved or taken out of the room, today (on Wednesday) that I have absolutely no place to sleep. So my options are to have the bed moved out today (despite having a full plate between the food bank, and an important appointment with the rheumatologist) or to get up freakishly early tomorrow, and hope like Hell everything gets done?
Let that sink in.
They gave a bunch of cripples less than 48-hours to move almost an entire room of furniture.
This should be illegal, especially when the nasty woman from Nicor said on the phone that it was either tomorrow at 9am, or not at all. Fuck people some days, honestly, I get it if it has to get done then it has to get done but, at the same time people need and deserve notice when it’s literally a matter of them digging up someone’s whole life. The yard. The driveway. Drilling holes, and digging a hole in the side of the house because, how else is the gas line/ meter going to extend out that way. It’s just too much, with too little notice, if they could pop up out of nowhere months ago and say they were thinking about doing this thing, then they knew about it. If they knew about it, there is no reasonable explanation for only having given us less than 48 hours in order to get done everything we need to.
And do not, in any way get me started on the rheumatologist’s appointment because, oh my God. As for now, it may only be 4pm but, I am going to lay down for a nap because today has been hard. Hell, today has been a fucking nightmare, and there is nothing more that I want than to finish my bubble tea and lay down.
-Sky
Skyla N. Lambert
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