I Hate the Mickey Mouse...

...bullshit people give you sometimes. I was thinking about painting the apartment. It's getting kinda ratty. I did it about six years ago. Doesn't take too long to do. But I thought why the hell should I do it when I'm renting. Let the landlord fork over the money for the paint. They'll get it for a helluva lot cheaper than I will. So I called the office and they said they'd be happy to paint. All I had to do was move all the furniture to the middle of the rooms. WTF. It's a 700sqft apartment. THERE IS NO FUCKING MIDDLE. If I were to move the dining room table, for example, it would be in the kitchen, where it wouldn't fit because it's (the kitchen) about, oh, TWO FUCKING FEET WIDE!! And what about the piece where the TV resides, and the couch and the computer desk, and the bookshelf. You want those in the middle as well. Yessiree Bob. And how am I to stack them all on top of one another so they can be in the MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROOM? Not my problem I'm told. There must be AT LEAST three feet from the wall to each piece of furniture. I'm the skinniest person in the world and there's barely three feet between me and any wall in there. GODDAMMIT!! I'll do it my own damned self.