Fear of Storage

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The Story: So get this one. Female Boss, the complete mental wreck that she is, has revealed a new side of herself to me. In a nutshell, Female Boss rented out a storage room some decades ago when she moved out here from New Jersey. She placed tons of valuables in there that she could not fit in her tiny apartment when she first moved out here and, as time went on, decided to just keep things in the storage as she upgraded to new things. She may have mentioned this story once or twice before in passing but I never really paid attention until this topic started to rear its ugly head more and more.

It all started with a phone call from the Storage Place.

"Elbow?" I answer the phone.

"Hello?" parrots the clod on the other end.

"Yes, hi, how can I help you?"

"Is Female Boss there?"

"Nope. Something I can help you with?"

"Can you leave her a message that Idiot from Storage Place called to let her know that she is 3 months past due on her rent and she needs to contact us immediately?"

"You got it."

Female Boss gets in to the office and I tell her first thing. Predictably so, Female Boss lets listens to the words I say and they are immediately swept away into the blustery wastelands of her cranial cavity. I know this cuz she pretty much had no reaction with what I had to say. I make sure she gets the message as I don't want to be blamed down the road for not telling her when I have. The second time I tell her she affirms her comprehension with an, "Ok."

Done deal. I wipe my hands clean of the burden and get back to work. The following week I receive another phone call from the Storage Place. Same thing. I act accordingly being sure to pass along the message. A couple days later they call again. This time they are threatening to auction off the items in Female Boss' storage if there is no payment received by the end of the month (read as: approximately 10 days). I am sure to tell Female Boss the consequences for continuing to ignore her real life problems and she finally bursts.

"I can't do this! I can't go there!"

What in the holy hell is this idiot talking about?

"I don't want to pay for the storage, they are a rip off!"

"Ok, so head down there and collect your things."

"Oh!" she booms, "If it were only that easy!"

Turning to the world's bravest and fearless I know that "Visiting a Storage Facility" would rank high on their lists but still, I can't wait to hear Female Boss' explanation..

"You don't understand! You can't just go into your storage. You have to take an elevator UNDERGROUND and go through these hallways to find your storage room!"

Sidebar: Just as a reminder this is a woman who grew up back East where it snows, so its a wonder how she made it through schooling having to WALK DOWN HALLWAYS to get to class.. fuckin terrifying! Granted, schools aren't built underground but people with irrational phobias get the stink eye from me as does most of the planet's population as you already know. Never having gone to school makes more sense for this bird anyway..

I interject with some simple scalpel style probing, "Did you move all your things in to the storage yourself?"

"Of course! The first time I went there to pay for it I brought in a load to put away. Then, after they showed me where it is I had my boyfriend at the time move everything else in there for me. I wasn't going back down there! No way!"

Yup, she just answered in the affirmative to moving all her things into the storage by telling me how her ex-boyfriend did it for her....

"At the time you realized your discomfort you didn't ask them if they had an above ground storage available?" I ask.

"Hah, yeah right!" she answers with an incredulous tone. "I just wanted to get the hell outta there!"

That solves that then, I guess.

"Now those jerks want ME to go back down there and collect my things like some sort of penalty!? Fat chance!"

Like most victims believe, the world is conspiring against Female Boss, against her will and her hands are clearly tied with no way of solving the matter whatsoever.

So the questions are, did Female Boss ever live up to her financial responsibility and pay the storage and did she ever get her things back?

The answer is Yes to both of these questions.. but the world of Angry Time is never this uninteresting. Female Boss let the payment on the storage unit pass their final deadline and it went up for auction. The items they could not sell were thrown into the dumpster. Female Boss happened to call 3 days after the auction date, which coincidentally, happened to be the day they tossed her shit in the garbage. Delighted to hear that her things were no longer squirreled beneath the earth's crust, Female Boss made a mad dash to the Storage Place to reclaim her now soiled and slightly more rank possessions. With elbow length rubber gloves and rubber work boots, Female Boss spent the entire afternoon sifting through refuse to reclaim items that were so important to her that taking care of things in a timely or sane manner was near impossible to do. I guess for some people wading waist deep in wet and moldy debris is more comforting than having to walk down a hallway.