Move Complete
Posted on | July 31, 2007 | No Comments
Okay, I should have posted a few days ago but I wasn’t in the mood.
My move went okay. I didn’t run into any real problems until we actually got to the destination. Then I noticed the problems.
At first I was quite pleased with the movers. They arrived on time and there were three guys to gather up all of my shit. I lived in a studio apartment, so I felt that I would only need two guys, but the third didn’t hurt. They rounded up all of my shit within an hour and a half. Now, I did live in a studio but, as my friends would testify, I had a lot of shit crammed in there. It would have taken me and Jared several hours to load all of my shit up into a truck. I was thankful for not having to do all of that heavy lifting.
The problem that I ran into at the start of the move was that I didn’t have enough boxes. Although the random un-boxed items wouldn’t have bothered me if I had been doing the move myself, the guys were grumbling a bit. Oh, well. It was too late to do anything about it. They did bundle up some of those random items in plastic wrap and their furniture pads so that helped a bit. What I didn’t notice, until after they were delivering my items to the storage shed, was what they did with all of these random items…
When we got to the storage shed I saw that they had thrown all of these things, regardless of weight or fragility, into a refrigerator box that they had rounded up at the apartment complex. With all of the renovations going on there, there were a few large appliance boxes lying around.
In the bottom of the box there’s… well, I don’t know, cause I haven’t been able to dig down that deep. In the middle, though, were my Christmas ornaments. Nice fragile, old ornaments. I had saw one of the bags that I used to store all of my glass ball decorations near the top of the pile and I asked the guys, “Did you put my ornaments in here?” He replied, “Just the tinsel stuff.” I glanced around the storage looking for the rest of my ornaments and didn’t see them anywhere so I started digging in the box… then I found the rest. They also managed to mangle a lamp, but it’s just one of those novelty lamps with the electricity zapping around inside the glass tube thing. Something you’d find at Spencer’s Gifts at the mall. That was damaged as they struggled to shove the big box through the storage unit doorway. Women have had greater ease with expelling a baby from their nether regions than these guys did pushing that box into my storage!
They also damaged an old chest of drawers. It was old and cheap so I didn’t care too awfully much. What annoyed me is, when I noticed it was damaged and pointed it out to them, one guy says, “Yeah, that happened when I lifted it with the hand truck. It broke through the bottom.” I thought, hmm… so you weren’t planning on telling me, and had I not noticed, you never would have said a thing. I wonder what else is damaged.
When I mentioned the damage, which was clearly visible, one of the guys decided he should tilt the chest of drawers on its side to get a better look, for some reason. As he’s tilting it I’m reminding him that the drawers still have things in them (Not much point in taking things out of the drawers to put in boxes. The drawers are light and there wasn’t too much in them.). You could hear everything crashing to one side in the drawers as he tilted it… and he kept tilting it.
In the end, I wasn’t too pleased with the whole thing. I have to fill out a claim sheet for the damage, which I’m reluctant to do until I get a chance to check everything else out. That will be nearly impossible since I can’t even reach half of the things in the storage unit. They left me no walking room. Oh, and on the following day I got an email from the guy that I made all of the moving arrangements with saying that the guys left my microwave on the truck by mistake and to let him know when would be a good time to drop it off. I replied back with “Today” which he reads a day late and, thus, starts the confusion. So I call him to clarify things. In his email he made it clear he’d deliver it when it was convenient for me, but every time I suggested was met with a “that won’t work” type of response. Eventually it was decided he’d leave it on the door step and we’d hope it wouldn’t be stolen between the delivery time and the time I’d get back home to grab it.
Anyways, now I’m living with my mom. My Internet obviously works, as you can see. I’m sleeping on a hide-away bed in the living room. I have less cable channels, but my TiVo is working so I’m moderately satisfied with that. I have little-to-no privacy though and my masturbatory habits have screeched to a halt. I know you all wanted to know that.
I love my mom, but I’m looking forward to saving up enough money to move back out and on my own again. It is nice, though, to be back in Enumclaw. I missed the rednecks and cows… NOT!
Related posts:
- Since I know that everyone is thoroughly intrigued by the status updates of my move…
- Stress of Moving
- More Bitching Brought to You by Dave
- Moving
- A Thank You and The Beginning of the Move
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