Free Furniture? No fucking thanks!
I've been renting a storage locker to house, well, my house, since I broke free from the Evil Woman Whom Shall Remain Nameless (stories to follow one day or another). 's got the usual loveseat, couch, entertainment stand, alla that shit. Plus a seemingly never-ending supply of tables and weird-ass shit I inherited from my crackpot parents. Being the unemployed beehotch that I am, I'm starting to count the pennies I got, so you all can imagine how reluctant I am to pay more money to store shit I never really wanted in the first place. (3 years, at $109 bucks a month, to keep crap that belonged to the dearly departed. Shit. Makes me cringe.)
There are all kinds of places that you can give your crappy shit to for free. Hell, they'll even come to your door. There's Big Brothers, who hassle you on the phone all the time. There's the Canadian Diabetic Foundation, which surprised me, on account of the fact that I didn't know diabetics have a tendency to need furniture. There's Sally Ann (i never understood that nickname). Now, these places all work on the same sort of deal; they do pickups in a specific area on a certain day. I knew that. I have only one small, presumably easy-to-deal-with problem: I don't have a truck, and even if I did, I really couldn't be bothered to move the furniture from A to B so someone else can pick it up and move it to C. In my mind, A to C is the way to go.
Let me reiterate something here. I have, in storage, enough furniture for an entire family. They could furnish their entire home. The shit even matches. It's color fucking coordinated and quite nice. But, since I'm a stay-at-home fucktard, and am likely to be one for some time to come, I neither need nor really want that shit. I heard these kinds of things :
"Oh, we don't pick up from storage facilities. Strictly residential."
"That's out of our range for pickups."
"Stop calling my house, I got the restraining order, you peeping tom."
IT'S FREE STUFF FOR PEOLPLE WHO DON'T HAVE STUFF! COME ON, YOU FUCKING RAPINE BASTARDS! GET IT TOGETHER! You call my house nonstop for three goddamned months asking if I have shit I want to get rid of, and the moment I do, you refuse to go slightly out of your way to get it. Man, if I was a furniture-less gomer, and I found out that you weren't picking up shit for me just because you don't wanna guarantee a pickup time on account of the guys you got driving your trucks need to drop by their parole officers all the time, I would sure be pissed off. FUCK!
That being said, anyone who needs furniture and has a truck, let me know. Shit's yours.
There are all kinds of places that you can give your crappy shit to for free. Hell, they'll even come to your door. There's Big Brothers, who hassle you on the phone all the time. There's the Canadian Diabetic Foundation, which surprised me, on account of the fact that I didn't know diabetics have a tendency to need furniture. There's Sally Ann (i never understood that nickname). Now, these places all work on the same sort of deal; they do pickups in a specific area on a certain day. I knew that. I have only one small, presumably easy-to-deal-with problem: I don't have a truck, and even if I did, I really couldn't be bothered to move the furniture from A to B so someone else can pick it up and move it to C. In my mind, A to C is the way to go.
Let me reiterate something here. I have, in storage, enough furniture for an entire family. They could furnish their entire home. The shit even matches. It's color fucking coordinated and quite nice. But, since I'm a stay-at-home fucktard, and am likely to be one for some time to come, I neither need nor really want that shit. I heard these kinds of things :
"Oh, we don't pick up from storage facilities. Strictly residential."
"That's out of our range for pickups."
"Stop calling my house, I got the restraining order, you peeping tom."
IT'S FREE STUFF FOR PEOLPLE WHO DON'T HAVE STUFF! COME ON, YOU FUCKING RAPINE BASTARDS! GET IT TOGETHER! You call my house nonstop for three goddamned months asking if I have shit I want to get rid of, and the moment I do, you refuse to go slightly out of your way to get it. Man, if I was a furniture-less gomer, and I found out that you weren't picking up shit for me just because you don't wanna guarantee a pickup time on account of the guys you got driving your trucks need to drop by their parole officers all the time, I would sure be pissed off. FUCK!
That being said, anyone who needs furniture and has a truck, let me know. Shit's yours.
posted by Unknown @ 1:30 PM
1 Comments:
dood. I could use some furniture. Well, lemme correct that: My house lounge could use some furniture. We're a bunch of poor university students who don't have couches. Well, there ARE a couple of birth-control couches (ie- they're hard to make babies on) but they're not very comf, and man, we need a place to chill and drink! HOWEVER.... I live in vancouver. I mean, A to C is a long way to go if you live in fucking nebraska or something. Clarify?
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