Day 2: Unpacking

They actually seem pissed off that I expected them to come back and unpack everything. The directions were very clear – unpack everything and set everything up. English may not be your first language but you come off pretty bilingual when you are announcing your breaks.

Every fucking box – do you want this one unpacked? YES, unpack EVERYTHING.

Then the best – We don’t set up trampolines. Oh, but yes you do. Last year after hubby and I didn’t speak for a day after getting the thing set up I asked if you would move it. You took it apart, put it in a box. Drove it to Texas. Unloaded it and SET IT UP. Fast forward 11 months later: You took it apart, put it into a box and but it in a truck and drove it back to Canada. You will set it up.

Ok, but a ‘special’ crew will come and do it later this week.

In the meantime I unpacked the kitchen. I took all the paper and began cramming it into an empty box, only to be scolded because I was creating more work for the lazy bastards because they would have to take the paper out of the box and put it in the giant ass bags.

I want my Texas crew back.