She and Josh have known that this was coming for months and months.
I have a hunch that moving into the trailer happened a lot quicker than they thought it would. Yes, they had a couple of years where they knew it was an option, but they didn't have the means to pay for or transport materials. So it was something that would happen down the line, when, somehow, by some miracle, they were ready.
I think the landlord finally had enough of them. My suspicion is that one of the cat ladies, or someone else Polissa pissed off, contacted him about the true state of the house—the cockroaches, the animal hoard, the damage inside—and he couldn't just kick back and be an absentee landlord any more. I don't think they chose to move when they did; I think he gave them the boot.
Making the move when no work had been done at all, and they didn't even know which systems were working or not, makes zero sense, even for a pair of abject retards like them. So I think they were forced into it.
When I was a kid and the parents were trying to renovate our shitheap house for no money, they'd plan out repairs months, if not years in advance. For most of my childhood, there was a stack of bloody lumber sitting in my bedroom because my father would hoard anything he could get
If you're trying to renovate a house on very little money, that's how you do it. That's why my garage is fucking scary, LOL. But I found a matching sink and toilet for my turquoise bathtub, and when I get around to that job in a couple of years, they'll be there waiting. Now I just need tile...
Polissa needs a bedroom door? The Habitat for Humanity store has a door that will fit; I can guarantee it. But instead of spending the money to get a ride there and back and buy the damned door, they've been frittering it away on other things.
I wonder how many boxes of peel-and-stick tiles Polissa's managed to accumulate? If she's got enough to do a small bathroom, I'll be surprised. We already know she can't math; I don't think she has any clue how many boxes of 12" tiles it will take to re-do the kitchen, or any other room, much less the whole trailer.
"Nothing has changed." Passive voice again. "I didn't change anything" is the correct formation of that sentence, Pissa. Her fondness for that syntax speaks volumes about the way she thinks.... She literally believes the world revolves around her and it's so deeply ingrained it's even affecting the way she forms sentences.
Yeah, it's remarkable. And she's made it all the way to 40 with life routinely kicking her in the ass because of that attitude, without ever learning otherwise. She just keeps doubling down on it, demanding the world to shape itself to accommodate her and throwing fits when it (quite naturally) doesn't.
And that? That's the hallmark of a true cow, right there.
My share of this multibillion dollar settlement?
$20.80
Mine was about $12, which is more than Polissa is likely to get, because I had proof that I'd bought the defective item in question.
That was when I learned that the only ones who get any money from a class action suit are the attorneys.
She really expected her imaginary man slaves to do all the work for her.
They were supposed to do all the work, do it on demand, on her schedule, and do it at superhuman speed so she wouldn't have to live with the discomfort and inconvenience of renovations one minute longer than she absolutely had to.
Seriously, she has no grasp on reality whatsoever.
* Trundle is an accurate word but it is also one of my favorite words and I will not sully it by associating it with Pissa.
"Weeble" is my preferred verb when describing dethfat locomotion.
