Thursday and Friday I had major anxiety and was literally sick to my stomach about moving. In my typical stress-case fashion, I figured this was just a way of preparing myself for the worst when inevitably everything turns out fine in the end.
I was WRONG.
Friday night: I ran out of boxes but figured the little stuff (mainly pictures and misc plates, etc) I would just put in my car. No biggee. I went to bed still stressed.
Saturday morning: Woke up early. Gorgeous day. Packed my car with misc stuff like a bag of underwear I didn't want them touching and my bed comforter/sheets, etc etc. Movers time frame was between 8am-Noon. I received a call at 8am on the dot saying the movers were on their way. (Really? Sweet! This is going to be done in NO time!). I decided to change my attitude, stop stressing, and go get myself a grande non fat chai tea latte, no water.
930: movers here! Yay!!! uhhhh ok. The guy driving introduces himself as Billy Bob (??lol?) and he's like 350lbs. (Dude, the Biggest Loser ranch is about 6 hours away... you drove the wrong way!) So I'm really hoping that he has 2 helpers like the last time I hired Starving Students.
UH no such luck - helper is an older Mexican guy... probably like 50-52? And at first, the way he was interacting with me, I thought he was mentally retarded.
I sign all the papers, we do the walk thru of my place, blah blah blah. He states they won't take unpacked items or open boxes. I figure that's understandable. He asks me if I know they do the pack and wrap. (Is this a new policy? I dunno) I said well they didn't do that last time. Little did I know, to use packing blankets on my crappy Ikea desk and my other non valuables and then wrap it with the "saran wrap" stuff took about ONE HOUR. Crap
So I'm starting to stress a bit. But sitting outside in the sun texting while these guys move my stuff was relieving the stress a little. I started trying to figure out my budget tho. I went to the bank earlier that morning and got out $400 (I don't have a credit card) - I knew for 2 hours it was going to be about $200. I figured the way things were going I could be spending $360 max. All the while I am hearing the fat man huff and puff going up and down my stairs. Jeezus is he going to have a heart attack. Do I have to pay for that too???
1215: I mention to them that I am on a budget and don't want to go over too much. Apparently this is like telling a waitress that you are in a rush and they spit in your food. They FINALLY load the truck and he takes me thru my old place to make sure they got everything. Hmmm well the big stuff is taken care of. Thinking to myself, "Why didn't they put my garbage can in the truck? They couldn't grab that little box? They couldn't grab my picnic basket? Why didn't they grab my curtain rod? Am I supposed to pack my fucking curtain rod???" I'm like WHATEVER fine, I can't spend more time here cause every MINUTE is $1.33+ and I figured to move a ONE BEDROOM apartment SEVEN MINUTES down the street would NOT have taken this long. Starting to get upset. Looking at all the crap that's left and just thinking fine, I'll come back and load my car later.
Get to my new place. No stairs, ground level, this will be fast.
WRONG again.
215: Movers moving things in seemingly slow if you ask me. Yeah, they're probably tired - but when your old and 350 lbs you will be tired. NOT MY PROBLEM. At first they are moving boxes and asking me where I want stuff and the old guy puts a box marked "Bath" near the bathroom. I tell them "Honestly you can dump everything anywhere and I'll deal with it later. I'm really needing to get this done because I am way over budget." I'm reassessing my money situation and figure out I'm going to probably have to go back to the ATM at this rate.
After all that nice packing and wrapping I still saw a piece of wood broken off my dresser and my end table was scratched a bit on the side. UGH! Sigh
So far everything else was in good shape though...
They are finally done and he shows me the bill.... $575.30!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT
THE
FUCK
Now I'm REALLY stressing. So I rush to the ATM since there was no point in standing there arguing with them. 1st search for ATM - no ATM in plaza. Go down the street, 2nd ATM - insufficient funds... what?? NO, I KNOW I have money in there. 3rd ATM - affiliate of my bank. cool. "You have exceeded the limit for withdrawl".... Whaaaaaat
OMG - ok RUSH back to apartment. Quickly explain my situation to the fat man while running into my place to get my phone. Call Chevron FCU - can you release this hold? "I'm sorry, the representatives are gone for the day. You have to wait till Monday to speak with them or a branch manager. I cannot release the hold." She was nice, apologetic - but I was in no fucking mood for someone to tell me that I cannot access MY money. So I tell fat man the situation, he calls his boss. Boss says well then I need a credit card - I don't have one. Ok what if I get my friends credit card number. Boss says that's fine. Fat man says do you have the card on you. (No fucker I don't have my fucking FRIENDS CREDIT CARD with me???? Are you retarded. Fat brain)
Boss says "Sorry, we have to protect the customers information" blah blah blah. So what are my choices then? Boss says have the cardholder meet him at the Starving Students office.
(Seriously? So now I have to bug my great friend Don who is trying to just enjoy the NFL draft on this beautiful Saturday to run 30 minutes away before they close in 45 min to bring his credit card?????) FUCK
So I call Don - my buddy, the greatest guy in the world, always bailing me out. Explain the situation. Don says he'll go down there. Oh ... my ... god. I wanted to cry. Don is always there when I need him. So movers leave. Don's on his way to pay.
There will be NO going out tonight. I STILL have to unpack my car and then run back over to my old apt and bring that shit over. I go into my apartment and start unpacking stuff. Great, 2 wine glasses and my last pizza dish are broken. Dammit. Fuckers. I unpack a few more boxes so I have boxes to bring with me to my old place. (BTW, still no shower since Friday morning at 530am). There is just so much crap left. I'm depressed, poor, tired, exhausted, mentally drained...
Angry
So if I wanted my stuff all packed/wrapped all snazzy I would've hired Bekins or Suddath and paid the $1,000. No, I hired Starving Students for the specific reason of cheap labor and just hoped nothing would get broken. (First two times I used them... NO problems, nothing damaged or broken, cheap, and I was happy). So not only did things get broken & scratched this time, but for $575 I'm still moving shit from my old place!!!!??? So it wasn't even all done. WHAT A GOD DAMN WASTE OF MONEY.
6pm: Lovely Karyn comes over and brings beer. Thank the lord, really needed that after my day. Slowed down the unpacking process a bit but c'mon, I'm not a machine!
Sunday: Woke up stressed out of my damn mind! It's 820am (desperately needed sleep). I have to unpack my car, drive over there, pack it up...
Breakfast - I eat some potato chips Karyn brought over last night... lovely.
Change clothes (still no shower). I unpack my car. Get in my car, drive back to Murdell, go upstairs and realize uhhhh I didn't bring the boxes. IDIOT. I look around and just want to cry. Regroup and reassess. Decide at 10am FUCK IT. I cannot stress about this anymore. I'm going to go insane. Just load and unload, just do it. By the time I get back to my new place at almost noon I immediately fixed myself something to eat so I didn't pass out (Food was still at the old place) and sat down for a second. Unloaded some stuff out of the car. Decide I REALLLLLY need to take a shower. It takes me a half hour just to find and get stuff unpacked so I CAN take a shower. Takes me another couple hours to get stuff out of my car. I'm tired, sore, my hands hurt... All the while I am also unpacking boxes already in my place so I can make it a bit livable. I mean I had to eat my "lunch" (cereal) with a 1/2 tbsp measuring spoon!! Ridiculous.
So as of today I am at work, brought clothes to change into and will be back to moving crap after work... woe is me.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel... let's just hope it's not an oncoming train.
***ADDITION: Just to bitch a little bit more... Sat I gave the Comcast cable guy my old DVR since it was missing a plug in the back; not realizing that means I just gave away ALLLLL my recorded shows. GRRR!
And Sun when moving stuff out of my old place, I tripped and fell going UP the concrete steps to my old place... hurt my hands and shin but started laughing cause I just didn't think it could get any friggin' worse.
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