Why Me? Why Me?

I was meant to sign the lease to my flat yesterday and pick up the keys, I turned up to the flat with the real estate to meet the landlords. So far so good. They seem nice enough (not that I have any idea what they're saying!)
I start to notice they haven't put the bed in the main bedroom, or fixed the painting or do any of the things they were meant to do. Turns out they thought we were doing this next wk - Well then what the hell did they thing we were all meeting at the apartment for?
Half hr of cantonese discussion later, and the lease signing is rescheduled for saturday evening (6pm), but they want have time to get the bed and closet, so they will give me $3000 to buy what I want.
In theory this sounds good, except that I dont trust that they will come through on saturday. What an unorganised bunch! I cant handle it.
WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?
So I need to check out of the hotel tomorrow morning, and hopefully I will be moving into my flat tomorrow night. But I ain't holding my breath.
Then I get to spend the remainder of my long weekend setting up the flat, and visiting IKEA. It's not like i have any other plans for the wkend (like anything social). More takeout and watching movies in my room. What fun....
Actually speaking of social. I met Bennys cousin last night, and her friend Joanna. We had a great time, lots of yummy balinese food, while sitting on an opium bed. Kev's in town next weekend, but I'm catching up with them the weekend after. (Going to Joannas for dinner, I've promised the beer cake)
So yes by the time the obligatory 6 mths are over, I will have some friends (and no love life as per usual) - but I can't be stuffed waiting.
Speaking of lack of love life - I have progressed from gay guys adoring me, to straight married men adoring me - unfortunately I don't think he's going to leave his wife for me, oh and he's in Sydney.