Apparently the collection slot has now been reserved, just he’s not finished the paperirk…
Thing is, this guy is one of those people who, although he is chaos incarnate, is also one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. He’s helped me out a bunch, especially with stats during my masters, often at very short notice and on basically no sleep due to doing way, way too much. He spent so much time helping everyone else he barely left enough time to scrape a passing grade himself, even though he could probably have comfortably taught the class.
He’s apparently incapable of refusing to help someone else. Like… his wife told me once, one of his old childhood friends phoned him up because she was making a sandwich and there was a tomato in the fridge that had gone so mouldy it was scaring her, so could he please come round and clean it out for her?
He did.
It was around 2 am.
He was in bed with his now wife, asleep. Got out of bed, drove across town, cleaned up the tomato, drove home, went back to bed. And thought this was a sensible thing to do because ‘she needed help!’
I’ve even met this mouldy-tomato-phobe because I went to my friend’s wedding, in Uruguay, and he had arranged places for me to stay for the whole trip and spent multiple days that probably should have been honeymoon showing me round.
I spent last Christmas with him 'n his wife, and he’s just invited me for NYE at their new place as well. He’s not one of those friends who just takes advantage, he’s just someone who agrees to do too many things and then completely overwhelms himself and crashes, and right now he’s crashing and it’s really bad timing.
This heap of crap was dumped on me in the first place because another friend who owned a huge house with massive garage who had offered to look after it suddenly split up and sold the house, as the final link in a chain of sit-com level bad luck. All his reasons for not getting it have been genuine if not realistic for a normal person with normal person luck.
So yeah, this isn’t someone I want to just go ‘Right, your stuff’s getting dumped end of the week’ and wash my hands of.
And who knows, maybe it really is sorted…