we are getting our house ready to sell but somehow it gets all messed up again. I'm running around trying to clean up. Pres. Trump shows up, apparently he is Jeff's boss. I'm aggravated cause we need to keep working and I don't like him. So poor J is left to talk to him. Then I hear a truck outside and it's the movers. they come barging in and taking dressers and furniture. I try to stop them and say we are not even packed yet.