Just give me a date already

[Ginger Tea]

I don't mean the romantic kind.

Since being made redundant in March I have been between jobs, I have not signed on as I was over the threshold due to my savings and redundancy combined, I took time out to recharge my batteries and asses if I wanted to go into further education or not, it was almost August when they finally posted the prospectus online for the two colleges not part of the Oxbridge set, didn't find anything interesting there.

So taking all summer off instead of a month or two I was all set to say "Right lets go get a job whilst I still have money in the bank for rent." when my brother drops the bomb shell that he is being evicted and needs to sort out a new gaff.

I WTF'd at first as I had to take time off work and physically be in the office near Manchester to sign the paper work as his guarantor (£80ish out of pocket on rail fair vs a fax), his last letting agency called me within 48 hours of a non payment, these guys nothing.

The exact dates are hazy, it might have been late July when he first told me and we are now in November, I have been waiting since August for a date to go up there, do the paperwork (even though I am unemployed I have money to cover my rent and have been paid up since July).

He really got on my nerves two weeks ago when he said he was hoping it would all sync up with me being up for my birth day FUCK. NO.

I would rather stay in on my birthday and the weekends before and after than spend it up there and with this and some other stuff happening, I have not actually gone out at all this year save for when the stage production of Rocky Horror came to town and a maximum of 3 evenings in the pub. Yes I would rather be billy no mates on my birthday than anything else TYVM and I told him so.

I also told him that cos of the unknown time frame I see no point in looking for a job.
"When can you start?"
"When I get back from Manchester."
"When is that?"
"I don't know."
"Yeah bye."

I have also not bothered to check listings for concerts as I would not know if I would be in town when the show hits, looking back I have missed so many opportunities, but also I have experience of buying 5 tickets for gigs and not seeing a single one due to unexpected circumstances.

Now I really want to get an appointment with the leg specialists and finally get my dentures 3+ years after I had most removed, its just that the practice I'm registered at is way out of my way and I was always too busy with work and could still eat a stake with what little I had left that it didn't matter, not until I have a job interview that is, it was a slog getting my first appointment with the leg dr that I cant afford to miss an appointment due to my brother finally plucking a date out of his arse.

I'd love it if I could do the paperwork by post, but we also have to move my storage unit from Bury to near him as he has stuff that might not fit in the new place and Bury was a needs must event many years ago and a bit out of the way when I have gone back up in the past.

TL;DR
I've been awake all night after half hour or so in the evening, I'm cranky and getting pissed off that my whole damn life seems to be on hold waiting for my brother to be moving house.

[Pixilated]

Does he have a good reason for taking so long? If not, can you give him a definitive date by which he must either be at your place or he's SOL? You're right, this really is ridiculous that you are sitting there waiting for him (if I understand things correctly) when you will be the one doing him a favour.

[Ginger Tea]

Well he's had an extension of sorts by the letting agency, when I speak to people here about it I just say the letting agency just runs a 12 month lease instead of bogging it down with the realities of loss of job etc, the letting agency don't mind keeping him as a tenant but the home owners want reliable rent.

It's the whole I have to be there to sign paper work that is the pisser, if I could do it via the post I would, I could not for this one, I had to take time off work.

He's SoL when it comes to me helping him move, the house is down the street from his current place and his mates can get a van, myself I am limping a lot worse than last year as I don't walk as much as I did, I was carrying a banana box full of junk last time and I walk on my toes on my right leg unless I can stretch the muscles for half an hour, but sitting down for five minutes negates that, so with just an inch of foot on the floor I lost my footing and grazed the fuck out of my face.

If he didn't need access to my unit (prompting moving it from Bury to near him in the process) or me physically being there, I would not care, I would just say "who do I make the cheques out to?" cos I'm 99% sure I'm footing the bill and post building society cheques as they do not bounce and get on with my life.

[Ginger Tea]

He finally gets the keys on Monday so I travel Friday, I was going to travel last Friday so we could at least get the unit transferred whilst we waited, but whilst talking to him about if it's worth holding off till Monday I decide to throw up with very little warning, one of the first things I'm doing when I get back is seeing my GP about it now that I know I wont be catching a last minute train and be away for god knows how long and miss the appointment.

So Monday I was about to set off to buy a few £3 meal deals for the train and I see a yahoo alert, asking me to call him and told not to bother, still no news. He gets a call yesterday after getting no joy in calling them countless times, so as a tenant landlord relationship it's off to a rocky start.