Shakeup
So, we moved today.
Stayed up until past 3 packing, then the alarm went off at 6 AM so we could be up in time for the movers. I always feel dumb when they're moving you out... You just sit there, until they remove the things to sit on. Then you sit on the floor. You can't go out and do stuff, because they have to keep on asking you "Is this going?" "Yes." "Is this going?" "Yes." They head out, take out the cable TV feed to a nearby building with their truck, and we scramble to sweep out pounds of fur and dust and gather up the cats and beat the movers back to the new place. And beat the ticking timebomb urinary doomsday that is a terrorized cat in a carrier in a car on a stressful day.
Then, on the other side: Guy walks up, shows you something you own, says "Bedroom?" "Yes." "Office?" "Yes." I'm grateful I can afford movers, because I don't think I could carry a piano on my back alone. But there's something about just sitting there while it happens that makes me feel... impotent. And spoiled. Impotent metaphorically, mind you.
God I'm tired now. Which box has the toothpaste?
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watching movers move my stuff is by far the most awkward experience i’ve ever had. do you help? do you just watch a guy strap a dresser to his back and walk down four flights of stairs with it? (ok, that might be a little specific to our situation at the time.)
but once you hire movers, you’ll never think of moving yourself again.
— basil 2 June 2006, 06:04 #
yeah, in our case, we had a piano, so moving that was sort of out of the question. these guys had it so much easier than our movers in Brooklyn, though… both places were mostly ground floor moves, and they could use dollys and hand trucks. our old movers would pile about 6 heavy boxes together, wrap them all in a strap, and carry them up and down 4 flights of stairs. so i didn’t feel too badly for these guys. mostly i felt bad for the cats. but they’re psyched about all the new space and windows and whatnot, now.
— mdpdb 2 June 2006, 08:24 #