TLDR: I am ready to f#$$*# kill myself. Shoot me now, please.
We finally made it West a couple days ago. Got keys for the new property yesterday....and it's been nothing other than issues. Way dirtier than is should be. AC isn't working. Garage door openers don't function. Most concerning, the property manager doesn't seem that motivated to jump on anything("We really work for the homeowners. We are doing what we can.") WHAT?! Then work for them. I'm telling you their #### is broken. You are in charge of their property. Fix. It. Please. I'm trying to remain as polite as I can, since I realize they have other duties, but it's getting hard.
On top of that, the movers with our stuff are hitting the late end of their window and probably won't be in town before next Monday(or Tuesday). At least they've been checking in frequently though. Car shipper hasn't returned my calls in 24 hours even though "your car will be in Vegas" earlier today. Great. When is it going to make it that last 7 hours of travel?
Wife is a mess. Literally breaking down every time we remotely find something that isn't "perfect." My poor dog doesn't know which end is up because she's so emotional. He's boucning between being overly "roughneck-y" in an effort to get her to play, barking like a fool cuz he thinks something/someone is hurting her, or slinking off to mope because he thinks he's done something wrong. Best of all? I have to get up in the morning and go in for a meet and greet with the higher ups at the new job and pretend I'm super stoked to get started(I am, actually, but still) and not some "manic depressive"/angry lunatic that wants to die right now so this stops.
The one positive note(well, two I guess. The dog LOVES his new yard....if he could just get to use it more than an hour a day)? Every service provider/stranger I have had to interact with here so far has been ridiculously kind. I don't know if it's because they can tell I'm strung like a crossbow right now or what, but I hope it continues.
I wish I could drink. Heavily. But I can't be hungover tomorrow. FML.