I know I asked for it, but I think I want to consider taking it back. My landlord is finally giving me a new floor, only I’m still here. It’s been 4 days. He’ll be done before Friday, he says. Until then, the furniture’s displaced, there’s cement on the floor, dust in every crevice, and I can’t walk anywhere without hearing a crunching sound.
It’s for a good cause, but…
I. Want. My. Life. Back. Now.