Decluttering the Storage Unit Starts and Sunday Cooking

 I rented a very small unit and convinced a guy to help me move stuff from the large storage unit into it. He just had to put it on a sort of flatbed cart in the storage facilities to push it from one unit to the other unit. Time was a biggie for him. Yet, he went to the wrong storage facility! So, that was my fault when I have told him before which storage place I use...all my fault. You can see how the whole ordeal started. 

The idea is to put things in a space where I can work at my pace to sort boxes and empty the ones completely or of things I do not want. If he put those in the small unit, I can sit in there and work at a table with Tommy's help or not. But, nooooo. He thought putting the things I wanted to keep over in the small unit was best so it did not have to be moved back to the large unit. 

That makes absolutely no sense. When people put things in the large unit for me, sometimes things were only stacked a foot high. Yet when the last of my belongings were put in, they had to be stacked 6 feet high in some places! So, things were and mostly still are stacked against the door with no place to sit or table to work. Nothing was boxed, not my idea, so stuff is stacked in huge bags. The boxed items were mostly in a very small storage unit. It is a mess that was out of my control. The city workers did as they were told. I had no say. 

The plan is to get rid of the small unit as soon as I have cleared out room to sit in the large room with Tommy and a table and work. I will keep boxes, scissors, packing tape and a Sharpie in the unit from now on. Yes, this will take a long time, but it has been here for over two years with no progress. Now, progress starts. 

There is a dumpster outdoors for trash. Other things can be sold or given away. But, I had to start somewhere. I am not dragging it to Tommy's house and then have to do something else with it. This will take months! But, the process is started. 

Friend is going to have a conniption fit when he has to move things back like a sewing machine in a box. I cannot make decisions when anyone is challenging every decision--"a machine, why do you want to keep a sewing machine?, what are you going to do with these heavy-duty extension cords?" This went on and on for a little more than an hour. 

He was in a hurry, but when I said the extension cords were for the generator, he went into detail as to how to connect a generator to the breaker box. I no longer have a generator and had told him. Tommy does not do electrical work, nor do I, yet we listened to his speech about exactly how to do this. I did interrupt a couple of times, to say we could not do that kind of work. My complaints did not deter him at all. 

He was in a big hurry, telling me to hurry up and decide what he was to carry to the other unit. Yet, he would not shut up to let me think. He kept pointing at things and naming them and saying he would carry that. Can you see how I wanted to kill him? Yet, in spite of his needing to go, he stood in the other unit where Tommy was and complained about how I was doing the move. Tommy said he did nothing but complain! Yet, he had time for that. I had Tommy stay in the other unit, sitting on his walker because I did not trust guy to throw things down or deliberately destroy something. 

That is my plan and I have started. I do not want to explain anything to anybody, anywhere. The only thing I have asked has been if I can hire someone to come for a few hours at a time. I cannot sit there for 12 hours like my friend suggested! He complains I need to get up earlier, get there earlier, work for 12 hours and just get it done. I would not last that long, neither would Tommy. And, then we would have to drive home in the dark and be exhausted. He knows my health problems, sees me walk and try to get up from the walker, yet he presses and accuses me of not getting medical care. 

I finally got him to shut up when I said he was stressing me out, causing heart palpitations and we had to leave and go home. If you hear I died in my storage unit, know it was his incessant carping. He did not say one pleasant word! 

That was our Saturday along with the stop at Publix and other store, eating in park that is finally open. Just writing this was stressful! 

I will pay more for someone who just moves things and does not challenge every decision! Have you ever had a project that is sabotaged by someone's mouthy refusal to listen? And, you get off-the-wall suggestions and continuous arguing and challenges? He set his own price--$10/hr.

Sunday evening, we cooked meat! Tommy used the utensil to cut and chop 1.5 lbs of ground beef, 93%/7 %. I put the chicken Italian sausages on the stovetop to cook for his eating pleasure. Then, I put a packages of chicken tenders and a package of Perdue chicken breast chunks in a cooking bag and put those in the oven. His Italian sausages will stay in the refrigerator. I will freeze some of the tenders and chunks for later. All our meals this week will include the newly cooked proteins. We still have leftover vegetables and several bags of various salads. All the proteins were given to me. Several of the salads were free, too. One dead salad had to go. 

He had some of the spaghetti sauce that was just too spicy for me. He wanted it on tacos. (it did taste like spicy taco seasoning) He thought we still had the soft tacos. I had the hard, shaped tacos. So, he put sauce on some ground beef, put a huge pile of salad and some cheese on top, then broken up tacos on that and was happy. He added other things, but I forgot what. 

On Monday, I will freeze two of the sausages, a portion of the chicken, and possibly some of the cooked ground beef. There is too much to eat before it starts to go bad. 

Then, he just went in and washed the skillet where I cooked the Italian sausages, the pot where I let the beef stick, and later went in and washed the cookie sheet where the cooking bag leaked and the juice had burned. He could have waited until later. I was not even thinking about his washing dishes. He waited for the cooking bag in order to take out all the garbage, especially meaty garbage. 

We are a good team!

Have you ever had a situation where a paid helper/friend harrassed every well thought out decision you made and affected your health and progress?