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Wow. This is weird.

First off... It's 10:14 in the morning on a day when I'm not working, and I've already been up for three hours.

Secondly, there are two dudes here, putting all my stuff in boxes. All of it. Little scooter toys, stereo stuff, CDs that were just sitting out. Shit. I forgot to get the DVDs out of the DVD player. Oh well. It's packed now.

Soon, all of our belongings, save for a roomful of stuff that we've somehow convinced ourselves will fit in our cars and various U-Haul equipment, will be boxed up, waiting for someone to load it in to a truck tomorrow, hopefully to be seen again in a couple of weeks.

Holy. Shit.


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Apr. 27th, 2005 06:18 pm (UTC)
I'm excited for you. Remember, if there's anything I can do, call me!
Apr. 27th, 2005 07:22 pm (UTC)
When I moved back North after living in Virginia, they came to my house and loaded up everything but what I had in my suitcase! Furniture, boxes and both cars! I lived in corporate housing for a month and then was finally reunited with my stuff. It was kind of liberating in a weird way.
Apr. 27th, 2005 07:57 pm (UTC)
Yeah... I had the full on move when I moved up here from Phoenix. All that was left was me, my suitcase, and my hamster (Milhouse R.I.P.) They moved WhoreTruck[tm], my scooter, my porn, everything...

It weirds me out a little. Like my stuff is going on some crazy adventure. Bye stuff! Good luck! I'll see you on the other side!!

Apr. 27th, 2005 09:29 pm (UTC)
You have packing guys? Man, I would move ALL THE TIME if I could afford that luxury.

Anyway, hurry up and get out here. We're short on good people.
Apr. 27th, 2005 09:34 pm (UTC)
Yeah... the packing guys are rather spendy, but fucking worth it. They packed the whole place up in like 5 hours. I got me a moving budget from the company, and these two guys represent about 1/7th of it.
Apr. 28th, 2005 06:10 am (UTC)
I knew I picked the wrong industry.
Apr. 28th, 2005 02:28 am (UTC)
I hear ya. Been there. Done that. It took six people, like, four hours to put my entire life (or at least six rooms and a garage worth of it) into boxes.

It took nearly three times as long to put it all into the truck.

The thing that killed me is how they would pack EVERYTHING, as found. That meant: dirty laundry? BOXED. Dirty dishes? BOXED. Junk drawer? Poured into packing paper and BOXED. I learned ater the first time that all you need to do to know what's in a given box is note where EXACTLY the box was packed from, and remember what had been there. If you left your Ministry CD on the end table in the living room, it would be in the box marked LIV. RM. END TABLE.

The SECOND time I did this, I remembered and simply put everything AWAY before they showed up. then I only had to remember where AWAY was, once I'd arrived in my new digs.

Sounds like the first time you're moving on the corporate nickel, right? Schweet.

Apr. 28th, 2005 03:18 am (UTC)
Nah... this is the second time. The first was when I moved up to Seattle, but that was just me in a one bedroom apartment, so it was packed and loaded within a few hours. And yeah, it was funny to open a box and find an ashtray, wrapped in cellophane, with the ashes still in it, or like... the coffee can full of bottle caps that was sitting under the opener.

The other bizarre thing was how carefully they packed stuff. One giant box contains four forks wrapped in about 30 sheets of paper. Another box has my Pabst pint glass packed like it's the Holy Grail. Crazy.
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