A Comedy of System Errors
May. 10th, 2007 12:11 pmI checked my phone today and saw that Mira left me a message, and so I call her back. Right when I start recording my message, I notice that the landlord's secretary, Gina, is calling and I HAVE to take the call so I switch over to Gina. Then I call Mira back and right then, my mother calls and this is another call I have to take, so I switch over again.
Mom: Oh, Jeanyoung-ah! Ready to coming home?
Jean: *thinks this is about Mother's Day* Yeah, I'm ready, I just told Gina that I'll be home for the weekend so I'm lending her the key to show the apartment for new tenants-
Mom: *keeps going* Daddy and I talk about you moving and we thinking it is best to hire movers because Daddy's arm hurts. So tell them best day to moving home is 13th or 19th or 26th, but best day is 13th!
Jean: ...you want me to move home this Sunday? In three days? *looks around wildly at stuff not in boxes*
Mom: You not have much stuff and bring your desk too, Daddy give to Uncle Vince for his kids. (btw, Uncle Vince is not my uncle, he's my dad's coworkers, who are pretty much an extended family @_@)
Jean: Ahh... okay... @_@ *mad list of things to do forming in head*
Mom: *starts prattling about crazy shit* Okay, you call me back when all done, okay? Bye!
Jean: *sheepishly calls the manager, the movers, and then Mira again* Hi, Mira... sorry for the last two messages... I think I'm fucking moving this Sunday. @_@
At least the guy who answered the phone for the moving company had a hot voice.
Mom: Oh, Jeanyoung-ah! Ready to coming home?
Jean: *thinks this is about Mother's Day* Yeah, I'm ready, I just told Gina that I'll be home for the weekend so I'm lending her the key to show the apartment for new tenants-
Mom: *keeps going* Daddy and I talk about you moving and we thinking it is best to hire movers because Daddy's arm hurts. So tell them best day to moving home is 13th or 19th or 26th, but best day is 13th!
Jean: ...you want me to move home this Sunday? In three days? *looks around wildly at stuff not in boxes*
Mom: You not have much stuff and bring your desk too, Daddy give to Uncle Vince for his kids. (btw, Uncle Vince is not my uncle, he's my dad's coworkers, who are pretty much an extended family @_@)
Jean: Ahh... okay... @_@ *mad list of things to do forming in head*
Mom: *starts prattling about crazy shit* Okay, you call me back when all done, okay? Bye!
Jean: *sheepishly calls the manager, the movers, and then Mira again* Hi, Mira... sorry for the last two messages... I think I'm fucking moving this Sunday. @_@
At least the guy who answered the phone for the moving company had a hot voice.
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Date: 2007-05-11 03:17 pm (UTC)