By the end of today, I should be in my new home, and away from the BS of this one.
Pray for me, y'all.
ETA: I was wrong. So very, very wrong. Male roommate - who has been rushing the whole thing, threw a mantrum over the ratchet straps I had to hold the mattress atop my car. Refused to help me with the mattress if I tried to use it. (I am too smol to move the mattress alone)
So I went out and rented a Uhaul I couldn't really afford to rent at this point. He shoved all of my things in there, including food from the freezer in an insulated bag. ...and then decided he was too tired to continue, and went to lay down. The truck was supposed to be back last night, but he 'hurt too much' (Mind y'all, I've got an auto immune condition - my vertebrae are literally trying to become one solid bone. Pain is something I know). So I extended the rental with more money I couldn't afford, leaving me pennies in my bank account, but female roommate reimbursed me the extended cost, at least, because they quit on me, not the other way around.
Meanwhile, My mattress, my clothes, my INSULIN - its either in the truck, or in my car at the Uhaul place, or at the new place already. So I get female roommate to take me to my car, so I can at least get the necessities to sleep on their old bed that they will put in my old room as a guest room.
I had to ask him to get my frozen food out of the Uhaul, and put it back in the freezer. He got the bag out, and actually asked me if it needed to go back in the freezer right away, or if it could chill in the AC. ...I can't, y'all.
Mind blown. Though now I regret the fact that I'm pretty sure I got rid of my first job scrapbook/mementos because it would be really awesome to be able see if my coworker is in any of the pics so I could text her them and freak us both out.