Furniture is a Bitch (when you still don't have it)

So I was told on the phone tonight by my Mom that I had to make up my mind on this furniture debacle.  Sweet Mum bought me a whopping $1,100 furniture set from JCP back on August 30, and to our dismay I am fighting for its delivery to this day. I sold off my first set of furniture in Austin prior to the move, a lovely little black leather couch and love seat, but I was stoked to have the new three-piece set.  

Some know of the retarded conversation a week ago when the delivery men of my shipment refused my furniture delivery because I live on the third floor. Good God. I'm used to living amongst laborers and people who pride themselves on hard work. Well, my experience in California was must different. I was told that I had a "narrow stairway, and that it was a liability to them." WTF does that mean? Apparently out here, elevators in apartment complexes are a natural occurring event whereas back home, they were for the disabled if you could even find one in a complex.  

Approximately eight days later I am still furniture and phone call-less...the head delivery guy suggested I call my "friends" and have them come help carry the items up last week. I reminded the lazy and fat dumb ass that I had moved 1,700 miles away from my only known friends and that they should call some more employees over than the two they had on hand. This furniture delivery is going on seven weeks from the date of purchase, with an added $250 shipping and DELIVERY fee mind you. What the hell is he talking about? I'm sorry you are close to 350 pounds, but it's not my fault you morons didn't call me before showing up, arrived with only two laborers, and feel that I should sign a waiver of damage for taking my stuff up three stairwells. Unbelievable customer service! I think JCP should take a hit for this one. 

Overview of my Creation

Okay, so my highly anticipated blog is finally rolling out. I know this is a pretentious comment to make, but I truly cannot help myself. It's not that I don't want to love my new state, one which I fantasized moving to many times throughout my high school days for college and soon there after when I was stupidly following an old flame, but the sheer fact is that shit is different out here.  I use the word shit loosely, and please don't be offended by that, but one must wonder if anyone is even capable of being offended here...I must admit, as a self-proclaimed hater of the South at one point or two in my life, I've had a rude awakening. 

I'm not on California's side or my recent state's side. I'm merely assessing the differences of these two homes. I'm a person of difference when it comes to most thing in life. I'm not one to be swayed easily, I stand firmly in my beliefs and I'm an excellent observer. Being a native Texan, okay not really, but I lived there since I was four months old, I was always one to harshly judge my surroundings. I traveled afar, I learned about accents, I educated myself with studies abroad. I always felt I was a Southerner at heart, but not in the mind. In the mind I was thirsty for adventure, for travel, for new places far beyond those of the eight hour walls Texas casts upon you. 

Now, California has the same walls though differently in the sense that the cultures change from hour to hour. In Texas, you were more likely to find differences only in three major cities being: Austin, Houston, and Dallas. I suppose you can throw in San Antonio, my hometown, though many people I know fled to one of the three aforementioned cities if they could fathom a change in pace.  The funny thing is San Antonio is known for the Mexicans, Houston is known for the Blacks, and Dallas is known for the Whites. This is not sound evidence, but most know it has some sort of validity to it. And Austin you ask? Well, in my humble opinion, it is the mecca of all the cities combined.  Perhaps it should be saved for a later discussion.  

Pointedly, I am trying to establish grounds for my reasoning as a new resident of California. Granted, I just logged off of the California DMV Web site (yes this is correct spelling, the Web is a registered trademark) and for me to be officially considered a resident of California (most cities it's a 30-day gig) I must either: "Establish residency by voting in a California election, paying resident tuition, filing for a homeowner’s property tax exemption, or any other privilege or benefit not ordinarily extended to non-residents." This is straight from the DVM's own site, so I truly don't need to go forth with my licensing as these grounds for residency meet none of my plan endeavors here. My further baffles entail the practice test I just took, There are one of five I might take. The exam actually states: "Don't be nervous. DMV wants you to pass your test. Good Luck!" Hmmmm...I wonder why this is the case. Perhaps the $7.5 billion deficit for 2010-2011 has something to do with the lowest common denominator passing a driving test. After all, they will make $28 on me for this visit.