February 3, 2007
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...aaaand screwage. Again.
Well, today is- was- the big moving day. Very exciting! Woke up with anxious butterflies at the asscrack of dawn. Puttered around, organized, reorganized, organized [at that point compulsively shifting boxes back and forth], counting down the minutes until the movers arrived. yep. very exciting.
EXCEPT THE MOTHERFARKERS NEVER SHOWED THE FUCK UP TO MOVE MY SHIT.
Seriously, all of you who have been reading my droll, tedious little moving-saga over the past few weeks, please back me up here: Does it not seem to all of you like i have been unnaturally thwarted at every turn? And not that moving is ever easy, but i cant reiterate enough how diligent and organized I've been about every detail? And the universe just keeps on trying to karmically assrape me? WTF?
After the initial panic [tears, fetal position among the piles of boxes, ensuing wrath], i calmed down enough to make a few calls and investigate. The moving company's offices aren't open on the weekend, but i surmised that they somehow set me up to move on MARCH 3rd, instead of february. I deffo had a conversation with the representative three weeks ago about my crazy situation and having to be out of my place on short notice, so she must have made some typo. One little typo, and all my plans are screwed.
calming myself further, i decided that if they expected me to move in march, and i wanted to move this weekend, the only thing to do would be to get a U-Haul and some compadres, and bribe them with beer and cash. So i made a reservation at the local place for tomorrow morning at 9 (and steeled myself to be unfazed if the place somehow spontaneously explodes before i get there, thwarting me again), and also thereby save myself the half grand or more the moving company would have cost.
That's it, you see. This is all because i'm not supposed to blow my money on the moving company, because then! yes then, i'll be able to use it for something really lovely later on. Yes yes. This is my reasoning; if i wasn't ultimately optimistic, i would have snapped a week ago. So this is good. mm. okay.
Matt suggested we have one last hurrah at the local brunch place, and we talked to our favorite waitress over eggs benny, and i felt consideraby better after that. Then we loaded as many boxes as possible into the back of the cherokee, drove to malden, and unpacked what we could, and wandered around in the new place for a bit. Matt was pretty impressed, being the first of my friends to see the place in person. it was reassuring to be reminded that ultimately, this new apartment will be so totally worth all this torture. Margarita parties on the porch in the summer, aw yeah!
But i'm not counting any freaking chickens yet......
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Wow, that sucks! The last time I moved I hired movers, they showed up more than an hour late and I kept playing phone tag with the company. Turns out they went to regular old Broadway rather than Broadway East - supposedly. But when they showed up - they reeked of beer, so I think they stopped at a bar on the way. Hah!
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