And Now The Storage Unit Is Going To Be Under New Ownership

I dropped by my storage unit after My Fucking Parents went fuckin' crazy on me.  I wanted to rent a second storage unit long-term because My Fucking Parents are forcing me to take my shit out of the house.  And that's when I got hit with another haymaker: The guy who I was speaking with, who was caretaking the site along with his wife and dog, are being moved out.  The owners of the place have sold it to a local company.  And because of that, any new rentals are for this month only; the changeover occurs next month.

Goddammit.  This feels like one fucking thing on top of another, but even if My Fucking Parents hadn't gone crazy on me, this has become a huge fucking issue.  That's because the guy I spoke to on Tuesday believes this new company is going to jack up prices.  They might not allow me to buy a year in advance in order to get a brake on rates; they might go month-to-month, which apparently is the trend with storage unit companies these days.  Finally, I don't think these guys have a good reputation.  In fact, there is no reason these guys can't break the contract I have right now, which is that I have my unit paid through March.  They might blow it up, jack up my rate, and make me pay by month.

Since I got hit by this bad news, I have been scrambling, fucking scrambling, to find a new spot.  I realize that I had it really good with the place I'm at now.  I was able to lock in long-term rates, the money I spent on average is way less than quotes I'm seeing now, and the people who mind the area are nice and cool and easy to deal with.  There is no guarantee I can find anything similar.  And if these guys muscle me out of the unit I've had there for years and I don't have a backup lined up, I am so, so fucked.

First My Fucking Parents take everything I hold dear from me, and now I get kicked out of my storage unit?  Can't lie; this is really, really hard for me to deal with.

Addendum To: My Fucking Parents Are Fucking Psychos

What I truly hate about my parents, especially right now, is that they do things, and make me do things, with no advanced warning.  Yesterday, I was woken up by both My Fucking Mother and My Fucking Father to help them clean up my former bedroom, which, for some goddamn reason, is going to be the bedroom My Fucking Mother recuperates in when she gets knee surgery.  She says she can only go up the stairs after surgery and not down.  That's bullshit.

Anyway, even though this surgery hasn't even been scheduled yet, they both decided, out of the blue, that they're going to redesign it.  And that meant both shitty parental units woke me up to move heavy, heavy things around.  That was bad enough because I had a long day working a Gopher football Game.  But when My Fucking Father decided to bang his hammer to get the bedframe aligned, I sighed loud enough for My Fucking Mother to lose her goddamn mind.  "I do everything for you!  I cook and clean and give you beds!  And I ask you to do this one thing, and you get so mad!"  And I realized yesterday that she is a fucking toxic narcissist.  It has always been about her, her, her.  And after years of insulting me, acting hurt over shoving gifts in my face for which I didn't ask is the ultimate sign of mental manipulation.  And she and My Fucking Father tore my bags into shreds because they wanted to get into a locked part of my desk.  They call me unreasonable???

I don't bother arguing with either of them anymore because they can't speak English well enough to understand my nuanced emotional points.  Now, I don't bother arguing with them because they are too goddamn narcissistic to see how hypocritical dicks they are.  Fuck them both.  If they want to throw me out of the house for throwing my stuff on the floor, they have to kill me.  What assholes.

My Fucking Parents Are Fucking Psychos

My fucking parents made me clean my room, then they cleaned it themselves.  Their excuse was to give me a new bed.  I think they wanted me to remove all my stuff instead.

I would kill them if I knew how I would get away with it.

I got home and saw much of my shit thrown in the trash and the recycling bin.  Had to retrieve some of it, but goddammit, those retired motherfuckers cleaned me out so much I have to let things go.

But I had no idea how fucking crazy they are to clean everything.  They didn't tell me they wanted to move the desk around until yesterday morning.  That desk has a locked compartment.  I replaced the porn that was in there (thank Buddha) with the booze I kept around that I couldn't get around to finishing.  I was deathly scared that they would find a key and open it up.  And when I came home and Father asked for the key to that compartment (I lied to him and said I didn't have it), I was relieved they didn't get in but was scared that at some point they would be fucking crazy enough to try and find a key to get in.

So for the rest of the night I was trying to figure out a way to open the compartment without them knowing, then figuring out a way to get the booze into a bag, then sneak the booze out of the bag into my car and into storage.  I concluded that there was no way because they both have ears like the Bionic Woman and they would know that I do in fact have a key.

I had to go through my things because My Fucking Mother ordered me to, that bitch.  While I was going through them, I saw two torn-up bags.  These are the kind you get at the Fair, the light kind, made out of polyester or something, and they looked like a rabid got chewed through them.

I had to ask my fucking parents what happened.  They pulled the bags through that locked compartment in my desk.  They were so fucking determined to get into that compartment that they decided to fucking tear up bags.

That's not all.  They left for me several bags for me to go through.  I was going through two of them when I saw the bags.  Another one, that was out in the living room, was filled with the booze I put in that compartment.  I put those bottles in those bags, and these vicious motherfuckers were able to tear through the bags and pull out the bottles, and then put the bottles in the living room.

It goes without saying that this is a goddamn massive invasion of privacy.  They wanted to see what was inside my compartment that fucking badly?!  This reminds me of the time they came home from Vegas and didn't tell me.  Huh, I'm still fucking scarred after that.

I guess I can look on the bright side and note that they don't seem to care that I drink.  Whatever, man, these people are fucking psychotic, and they have respect no boundaries from me.

Not like I have before, but I can't trust these fucking people.  No goddamn way.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: United FC (Last Week: -1).  Once again the Loons take the top spot largely because they usually play only one Match per Week.  But what a Match, and what a time for a Win to come.  MNUFC broke open a 1-1 halftime Tie with Goals by the workhorse Robin Lod and revelation Joaquin Pereyra to win at Real Salt Lake, 3-1.  That keeps United FC ahead of Vancouver for second in the West and just three Points behind san Diego for the lead.  But they get the top spot in this screening Week's WMNSS.

And yet this has been a tumultuous time for the Loons.  The Transfer Window is about to close up, and this may have been the most dynamic Transfer Window in the organization's history.  They signed five players, but appear to say goodbye to their Striker, Tani Oluwaseyi, who is on his way to La Liga Side Villarreal.  The Loons are getting about $8 million for Oluwaseyi, the most in Loons history for a transfer, so it was difficult to say goodbye.  But apparently he has always wanted to play in Europe, so he's getting his chance now.  Too bad he can't stay on loan through the end of the season here; he is one of the team's main goalscorers (obvi), and I am quite worried about my team's scoring punch once he heads across the pond.  By the way, a Turkish team named Trabzonspor wanted to acquire Pereyra, and for a really good price, but the organization said no.  For someone who plays Pereyra's spot, he has been quite valuable here, and unless United FC were blown away, it appears he is going to stay here.  Good news for the team and for Loons fans.

Host Portland Saturday night.

#-2: Lynx (Last Week: -2).  Started out the week losing at a suddenly scary Atlanta outfit, 75-73 Thursday night.  They had to play the next night in Indiana, and they rebounded from their Loss (it helps that Caitlin Clark is still hurt) by defeating the Fever, 95-90.

They also played both Games without Napheesa Collier, who was still nursing her ankle injury.  She finally played in Sunday night's reverse fixture with Indiana, and damn, is she a revelation: 32 Points and nine Rebounds in a 97-84 blowout victory.  The Transitive Property makes you think that if the Lynx had Collier in the lineup, that Loss to the Dream would be a Win and that close victory over the Fever would be a blowout.  Best of all, Sunday's performance alone quieted all those who were lobbying for the MVP candidacies for Las Vegas' A'ja Wilson, Atlanta's Alisha Gray and Phoenix's Alyssa Thompson.

Minnesota leads Atlanta by six Games for The Best Record In The WNBA, so it looks like they have home-court in the bag.  They just now have to stay healthy as they host Seattle tomorrow/Thursday night, visit Connecticut Saturday night host Paige Bueckers and The Bastard Detroit Shock Labor Night.

#-3: Gopher soccer (Last Week: -4).  Routed Northern Illinois at Robbie Sunday afternoon, 4-0, which is real good, but dammit, that Loss to ten-player BYU back on the 14th still sticks out to me.  If you get rise above mid-major conferences, I still think this side will have problems.  So a result similar to the one against the Cougars might happen when the U. faces Marquette tomorrow/Thursday afternoon.  That ends their season-beginning four-Match homestand; Labor Afternoon they have their first true road Game when they play at Brown.

#-4: Twins (Last Week: -3).  I was driving around last/Tuesday night after my parents told me I had to wake up early this/Wednesday morning because they're bringing in a new bed for me.  I was not happy about that.  I, in fact, was pissed.  I just wasn't able to articulate why, and even though I had to visit my alumni game-watching bar, I used that trip as a reason why I am so mad.  I thought it was just I was told to wake up earlier in the morning than I already have to, which I don't like at all.  But I realized that I was told to clean up my room and do chores I didn't ask for on a day's notice.  Look, I could use a new bed, and hey, if they want to pay for it, I won't stop them.  But if you are telling me I have to rearrange my room (and this might be a backdoor plan by My Fucking Father to throw away my stuff) less than 12 hours after you tell me this news, goddammit, I am going to be pissed.  I can't even get a fucking day to process this shit?

So I was thinking all this while listening to the Twins on the radio sleepwalk their way to another Loss, this time in Toronto.  But avast!  A 4-3 deficit heading into the top of the Ninth Inning turned into a 7-4 lead, and new Closer Justin Topa was able to close it out!  Nice fight, Twins!

Unfortunately this capped off a 2-5 Week that includes a sweep at home courtesy of the (blank) Athletics and dropping two-of-three at the White Sox.  This team still ain't going anywhere.  After finishing up tonight/Wednesday night at the Blue Jays, they come home to host the Padres for three starting on Friday, then host the White Sox for four Games beginning Labor Afternoon.

#-5: Gopher volleyball (NEW SEASON!!).  Unlike my alma mater, at least the U. volleyball squad doesn't flinch against major competition.  The 11th-ranked Gophers started their Year participating in the AVCA First Serve tournament Monday night against ninth-ranked Texas A&M (?!) ... and unfortunately they fell in four Sets.

And these defeats to clubs supposedly as good as them are what scares me.  Despite the apparently sellout the entire program has for the season, I think there is a malaise that has settled on it.  They have yet to make it to the second weekend of the NCAA Tournament under Keegan Cook, and I'm not sure the players he has now can push them past that obstacle, let alone getting and winning a championship.  If it's another first weekend exit for the U., can they say that they're still a very good volleyball program?  I think not.

They host a tournament at Maturi Pavilion (although it's not the Diet Coke Classic) this weekend.  They play Cal Poly Friday, Ball St. Saturday and St. Thomas Sunday.  That should be three easy victories.

Did It -- Worked Half A Day!!!

It's been a general rule that Mondays are the most hectic for me at work, but that hasn't been true all the time.  But recently, with the staff shortages and the decisions to cut off work after such a time and, more importantly, saving up all the work from the weekend, lately that adage has become true -- with a vengeance, if that's even possible.

I don't know why, but there was a huge backup last week, the likes of which I don't think we have come out of.  But the company started to put their noses to the grindstone over the weekend and yesterday/Monday, so I was saddled with a shit ton of work.  So much so that I did what I once thought impossible but recently felt was inevitable: I stayed for 12 hours at work.  And the thing is, I'm still behind.  There was so much damn work I had to catch up on over the weekend, plus all the new stuff that the lab was able to catch up on yesterday/Monday, that I just had to leave with most of it untouched.  There were many replies I simply didn't get to.  I did the most important thing, namely looking at every new form that came across my path.  After that?  Heh, I only had time to do so much.

I cannot put it past my boss that he will blow a gasket over me staying half a day.  It feels almost like it's against company policy to work that much.  Then again, he asked me to come in to work Sunday, and he was open-ended about both when I could come in and for how long I could work.  This might be an indication that he knows that there's a shit ton of work to catch up on, so overtime might not just be allowed, might not just be accepted, but in fact required to get back on track.  If that's the case, well, I'm just doing my part.

And the damndest thing of all is I might have to pull another half-day today/Tuesday.  I am going to come to work already behind because of all the e-mails I had to leave from yesterday/Monday.  And I still think there's a bunch of stuff in the lab they need to plow through.  Being behind the 8-ball from the jump, plus getting more work during the day than I usually would?  Man, I could be in for a repeat long day.  But hopefully my boss won't get on my case for that, either.

RIP Car (For Real For Real)

OK, so on Thursday, apparently the tow truck driver called Father, but he didn't pick up because he doesn't answer calls from phone numbers he is not familiar with, which is completely understandable.  But the driver apparently was outside the house when he called, and since Father didn't answer, he drove off.

I got around to calling to ask what's up, and they rescheduled for today/Monday.  This time I added my phone number as a back-up in case My Father didn't pick up again.  But this failsafe probably means that the car is going to be taken away, from my life, for real now.  And so, because this is the last last last time, yesterday/Sunday afternoon (before I headed off to overtime at work and then to Palmer's and downtown) I did my OCD ritual of sitting in all four seats of my old car, touching everything inside the car, taking five deep breaths, and mediating (or trying to meditate) for 70 seconds before moving on.  I've done this three times now, and I try to give it the reverence it deserves.  They're hauling away my first love and my means of freedom for so long, after all.  But at this point, frankly, this feels similar to all the talk leading up to Grandmother being forced to leave the house for the memory care home.  I hated doing it, but deep down I knew it was the right thing to do, and going through the trauma of anticipating losing someone (in this case something) so near and dear to me has worn me down to the point where I just want it to be fucking over.  In a way that's giving up, and I hate it, but it feels like it's time.  Well, it was supposed to be time on Thursday, but I'm sure that today really is time.  Maybe.

Went to the Fair again (second of four, hopefully) last/Saturday night.  Yeah, the babes continue to be out in force, thank the Lord.

I did not go out to Palmer's last Sunday after all.  I just couldn't see myself transferring from the light rail to the bus that was there because of light rail construction.  So I am taking yet another shot at seeing him tonight.  It's weird going out this time of year and not go to the State Fair, I'll be honest.  That's the gravitational pull of the Fair.  But there are only three more Sundays to see him before Palmer's shuts down, and the ensuing Sundays will only get more packed.

Funny: I had never even heard of Cornbread Harris playing (for free) every Sunday at Palmer's until my friend, who I wanted to see all summer but couldn't until last month, told me about it.  She is the one, in fact, who suggested we go.  But for the past few Sundays, when I said I would be going, I asked if she was going and she said she couldn't.  So I am now enthusiastic for something another person suggested, and now that person won't be going.  Ironic, isn't it?

Can't Find The Time To Get My Eyes Checked

It's been two years, and sometimes I feel as though I have the wrong prescription, so for the past couple months (off and on), I have tried to make an appointment to get my eyes checked.  But the place I went to the last couple times appears to have closed.  I could go to another eye place at the mall close by me, but they don't seem to have a good time for me to come in, at least not for the next week and a half.  Also, and maybe I should expound on this in another blog post, things have gotten really, really bad at the mall close by me, and it makes me think I don't want to go there anymore.  So, I have checked into dates and times at another mall, one close by my work, but the earliest ones come in the workweek -- not in the late afternoon or evening but during the afternoon, when I'm, you know, at work.  There are weekend times, but I don't want to go all the way out there just to come back to eat.

With summer just about gone, I am feeling some urgency to get this done.  I did pay for vision insurance this year, after all.  Hope to find a good date and time soon.

Addendum To: My Fucking Father Is Really, Really Pissing Me Off Right Now

My Fucking Father didn't tell me to clean my room or take a shower last/Friday night.  Probably happy that I came home straight from work.

He's still controlling, uncomfortably so for someone who thinks he can still boss people around.  But there is one thing this week that is a good idea.  I have about two dozen baseball caps, and even though I have a hat rack, it can't fit all of them on it.  Also, you need these plastic clamps to hang them, and a lot of them have gotten too loose to hold up a hat.  So what I have done, for the longest time, is just throw them onto the drawer where I put all my shorts and t-shirts and pajamas and stuff.  It takes up a lot of space, but really, I didn't want to think about where or how else to arrange my caps.

One day this past week I came into my room and saw that nearly all of my caps were hung up on my hat rack.  I knew My Fucking Father infiltrated my bedroom again.  But I have to admit that he did something that was ingenious.  Do you know those clothes hangers that are clips on both ends?  He took a half-dozen of them, hooked my hats in them, then hung them on the rack.  Now, he hung them by the brims and not by the crowns (you're supposed to "fold" the baseball hats so that the back of them invert and fold in behind the front), plus he hung a couple hats on a couple of the hangers instead of just one, which is my preference, and my hat rack is now bursting with caps that still look sloppily arranged.  But after making sure two of my hats are hung on each hanger and that they're all hooked the right way, only four of them are still just thrown on my drawer.  I gotta say that My Fucking Father came up with something very, very clever.

He's still invading my privacy, though.

My Fucking Father Is Really, Really Pissing Me Off Right Now

It might be because I am gone for dinner so many nights lately and I have told my parents that the reason is I'm going out with friends, but My Fucking Father is back to telling me what to do.  He has frequently told me, once I get home, to take a shower and go to sleep.  He has gone out of his fucking way to do that.  And now he has gotten back to telling me whenever he can that I should clean my room.

Those repeated annoyances trigger me, no doubt.  But I have also seen another instance of, I guess, his OCD that I take as a sign of his wish to control me.  Every time I have come home, from work or an afternoon out, I see that he has straightened out the bath towel.  I never do, and yet it is always straight.  He's done this more or less since they came home, but I have not seen him be this militant about straightening the towel until now.

I really don't know what's fucking gotten into him.  But this motherfucker can get under my skin like nobody's business, and he knows it.  Hey, it's easy to do because he's My Fucking Father.  So, to fight back, I just ... won't do anything.  Hey, he wouldn't be repeating himself telling me to do things if he isn't triggered, either.  So let's trigger each other, OK?

Goddamn, when is he fucking leaving?