carried stuff to storage and to the car before steps were closed. I made 3 trips but they were closed by the time I tried to go for the 4th trip.
The contractors came to paint our door so Poly and I are closed up in a bedroom since the door has to remain open. Poly doesn't like this so she walks on the printer to print test pages. I'm on hold/talking to/on hold/talking to the benefits center trying to get info straightened out during this time. I spent 30 minutes on the phone and since I don't know Dave's pin or password and he didn't answer my texts/IMs then he has to call again another time to update his address.
Poly prints test pages but then she learned to open the door. It wasn't fully latched. She got out the first time and went to her litter box so I didn't mind. The second time she went out of the apartment to the roped off area where they are redoing the floor.
After awhile they closed the door so I could stop almost having heart attacks.
Overall it was an awful day. I mean it really sucked. Nothing was going right. Nothing went right. Dave even complained and was mad about things even though I told him how awful my day was so you'd think he'd try to make me feel better instead of flip out and say he should have eaten without me.