There is no way in hell this is going well. At all. Panic attacks, movers touching collectible pens and using them. and this is turning out to be a three day ordeal, not two day. Fuckers.

Surprise. 'they forgot to bring boxes.'

What. The. Fuck.

They were supposed to be packing. That was the only job they had today. Started at 9:30 a.m. By 11, they 'ran out.'

I want to punch everything, right after I void myself. And they do my computer room next. I'm legitimately terrified. I might bring my laptop with me. No joke.

I can't even sleep tonight. My bed was already dimpled in the middle, and I discovered, when I got home, that they've stomped EVERYWHERE on my bed. I fucking -hate- people stepping on beds with shoes. Freaks me right the fuck out. So I'm going to be up all night. Or sleeping in my computer chair. Or the sofa. I don't fucking -care- at this point.

So terrified.