Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Done and Done

If I get a chance to write tomorrow, the story will feature my doormen sneering at me, the porters sitting on their asses watching me move everything all by myself, me breaking down crying every time no one was looking, several things I care about getting stolen as I unloaded the car, and finally my cat biting the bejeezus out of my hand because he was afraid to get in the cat-carrier at 10 o'clock tonight when I finally got back up there to pick him up.

I don't even blame him. I'd bite too if I had a ready victim.




Catherine said...

I'm already mad. Fucking porters.

Catherine said...

btw, I don't know what you did, but I like this comments thing way better.

P said...


Annie Coe said...

Where were all your friends? Why were they not helping you move? I wish I had been there to help and I would have told that doorman to f**k
himself. Kisses to cat-head and hugs to you.

sybil law said...

Sneering porter?!!
Isn't that some kind of oxymoron?
Can't wait to hear how things are once you're semi-settled!

Finn said...

Well... at least it's over. Onward and upward!

Dagny said...


nightfly said...

Nina - still lurking over here, and still praying.

Maggie said...

I was always relieved to not be living in a doorman building. You tip them every winter, adn they do nothing the rest of the year. But if you don't tip, then there's the threat that they will do less than nothing. ALways seemed like blackmail to me.

Glad you're out of there and into a good safe place. Here's to the next chapter!

Do you need help unpacking or moving anything else? Let me know, I'm around.