Really?

So this evening after rushing home from a closing shift, I moved the TV from downstairs into my room. Yeah, that mess in the basement hasn't been cleared 0ut yet. I just went through my blog to find out that the original leak happened on the night of September 25th. Since then numerous people have been in and out, all promising to call or show up at some given time. Honestly, no offense to people in those professions, but get your shit together. We get that we need you more than you need us, that's a given. We get that this isn't something that we can fix ourselves. And we get that we're not in the absolutely most dire of situations. But I'll be damned if this isn't a major inconvenience in our day to day lives. The moving of this television isn't just a rearrangement of furniture, it's my acceptance that we've lost a room. A room I could once sit down to enjoy gaming without the distractions of others. I've lost too much hope to be disappointed anymore.

I'm not trying to be the douche here. On a superficial level, nothing seems to be wrong. I've moved something out of the way, and my room has become more enjoyable, right? So why should it matter to you? Is this what you wanted? Did you want us to accept that there's going to be a hole in the roof of the basement for an indefinite amount of time? Well then maybe I won't come to terms with it then. Maybe I'll just pretend that absolutely nothing is wrong. Unless, you purposly planned all of this to try to get me to question my own principals. Well in that case, you've won. I don't care anymore. Or do I? No. Yes. No. God damnit!