I hate not being able to move my own furniture when I was the guy people in the apartment complex people came to when they needed help moving their furniture.
I hate dealing with my c-word landlady who tries to convince me I am able to move my furniture and that it is my responsibility to do so. But, you see, you c-word manager person, it is not my responsibility. This is a temporary, forced eviction because your floor in your building is getting replaced after years of you giving me the fuckoff and zero of it is my responsibility. Had you taken care of it years ago, I would have had this place ready. Let's see how it plays out when you tell HUD you couldn't do my floors because I didn't move the furniture. You play your cards, I'll play mine. You double barrel cunt... I mean c-word. You double barrel c-word.