It isn't the bed that's to be self-installed, it's the internet.
She bought a bunch of furniture to be delivered on the 15th, but hasn't bothered to phone the place and see if everything was still going according to plan. She said the family was supposed to be moved out by today, and the building was going to begin renovations. I'm not sure how likely it is that either of those would be delayed.
She said she, a female friend she dumpster dove with, and James would be moving all of the furniture in, since the delivery men weren't allowed in the apartment due to the coronavirus. Someone in the chat asked if she had bothered measuring the doorway or looking at measurements for the couch. Of course she didn't. She asked the chat if they thought she, James, and the friend would be able to move the couch in ...
She has had two recent breakdowns after failed attempts to walk a block and to walk down a hallway, but the crazy bitch honestly thinks she'll be helping move a couch.
Didn't she say she'd be alone for the first few days in the new place and that James would move in later on in the week? I forget her reasoning. But now he's going to be there to move the furniture in, apparently. I wonder if he knows that yet.
I am really curious about how much credit she has. The amount of money she continuously spends just doesn't make any sense.
She said she'd likely film every step of the move. I'd love to see her and James attempting to move a bed and couch. She admitted lashing out at the poor realtor when she couldn't walk to the other apartment. I imagine there will be several more breakdowns during the move when she has to face the fact that she is barely mobile now and unable to do most human things. I wonder if she can even fit in the new shower.
