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Moving Day
Dec. 6th, 2002 11:44 pmWell, Brad needed to move last Saturday. So I helped.
My job was, primarily, driver.
But I get ahead of myself.
Me & Brad met up at the Ryder depot at 8 am. It was early, and as is typical for early winter, it was cold. So we traipse into the depot office and prepare to pickup our truck, # 552.
Problem was, of course, they didn't HAVE truck 552. It wasn't returned by the previous retner. So we had no truck.
Now, I don't know if I need to indicate just how bad this is, but let me. We didn't have a truck. It was the weekend of the last/first. You know what that means? Good luck findin' a truck!
Damn! So, the nice gentlemen start calling other locations. One has a panel van. Oh, Lord. They're way too small for the purpose of moving TWO full houses of guy. No.
Plan A), for those not directly involved, was to get the truck, load the contents of Brad & Gary's lives into it, and stow it overnight, and load Sunday morning.
So, once again, panel van no.
We get to Ryder Depot #2, and find, to our relief, they DO have a cube van for us to rent. My note to Brad: "Does this mean I don't get to write my letter?"
We begin Kibbitzing, which is quite fun. Brad & I have a well synched geek wave, so we know how to pitch back and forth. The flow of banter worked quite well.
After we had picked up the car, we headed over to the local Tim's. I thought "do we really have time, then, for Tim Horton's?" to which Brad replied "You've ALWAYS got time for Tim Horton's!" I had tea and Bagel.
Driving down, Brad noticed that I seemed to be missing two alternate callings in my life. Calling A) Singer (which indicated he needed more sleep, if you ask me) and calling B) Lorry driver. I agreed on that, and spent much of the remainder of the day calling people "guv'nor". This is some kind of race knowledge, as I didn't really know anything about Lorries and the men who drive them previous to that.
So, arriving at Gary's, I get to finally met Mr. H (his dad, aka Ken). And his mom, Mrs. H. And Charles, Brad's computer guru buddy.
I spent much of Plan A (moving Gary out) maneuvering stuff around the back of the truck. Let me tell you, I got them piles high.
I spent occasional moments sitting in Gary's very comfy chair reading the manual for SMAC. God bless SMAC. I'm gonna play it tonight.
There was some guys who blocked up the whole circle, so I couldn't make it in and we had to move onto the street. I was filled with rage, and will destroy him and make his loved ones weep.
After unloading Gary's, I drove with Charles up to Brad's hoose. This was the strangest bit. Brad's ex-wife (is it too early to call her that?) wasn't there. There were a lot of boxes.
Thankfully, there was a parking spot right in front of the house. After a few Lorry Driver-esque maneuverings, I got the box truck turned around (on one of those tiny little side streets, so you know I rock).
We brought stuff from the downstairs locker, and then began the upstairs. I'd just like to say B has WAY too much stuff. Damn. And this comes from me.
Sure, when Cindy & I move it's gonna be a zoo (some will gaze on my books and go "What the HELL are you doing with all this?", shurely), but this was just odd. It was all lined up in the hall, but it didn't seem to be getting any shorter.
The funnest part was getting the TV cabinet out. That thing was HUGE. We ended up having to lay it down on top of G's comforter, which may not have been the wisest thing to do. We should have got some more moving blankets, that's all I'm saying.
Afterwards, we headed towards The New Place, and parked the car. At this point, Brad and I bumped into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maliszew which goes to show I live in a sit-com (with a special guest appearance by...).
Afterwards, we headed to dinner at The Fox's Den, which was nice. I got a 'burger, although I was upset they had no curry (a pub wit' no curry? As if!)
I led the table in a rousing rendition of Barrett's Privateers. Quite fun. Good thing no one else was in the bar!
After that, I had to split. I got the truck maneuvered into the alley and helped prepare for unloading.
Headed back to the 'Saug for the Arrogant Worms show. Quite enjoyable. They did most of their classics, but skipped The War of 1812 (fucking PC wimps). I still adore A Man has Needs.
Ah, well. That was last Saturday. I guess I wait too long to talk of it, eh?
Oh, yeah: Colleen has completed A Year of Buffy Fanfiction a day. I feel filled with fear.
My job was, primarily, driver.
But I get ahead of myself.
Me & Brad met up at the Ryder depot at 8 am. It was early, and as is typical for early winter, it was cold. So we traipse into the depot office and prepare to pickup our truck, # 552.
Problem was, of course, they didn't HAVE truck 552. It wasn't returned by the previous retner. So we had no truck.
Now, I don't know if I need to indicate just how bad this is, but let me. We didn't have a truck. It was the weekend of the last/first. You know what that means? Good luck findin' a truck!
Damn! So, the nice gentlemen start calling other locations. One has a panel van. Oh, Lord. They're way too small for the purpose of moving TWO full houses of guy. No.
Plan A), for those not directly involved, was to get the truck, load the contents of Brad & Gary's lives into it, and stow it overnight, and load Sunday morning.
So, once again, panel van no.
We get to Ryder Depot #2, and find, to our relief, they DO have a cube van for us to rent. My note to Brad: "Does this mean I don't get to write my letter?"
We begin Kibbitzing, which is quite fun. Brad & I have a well synched geek wave, so we know how to pitch back and forth. The flow of banter worked quite well.
After we had picked up the car, we headed over to the local Tim's. I thought "do we really have time, then, for Tim Horton's?" to which Brad replied "You've ALWAYS got time for Tim Horton's!" I had tea and Bagel.
Driving down, Brad noticed that I seemed to be missing two alternate callings in my life. Calling A) Singer (which indicated he needed more sleep, if you ask me) and calling B) Lorry driver. I agreed on that, and spent much of the remainder of the day calling people "guv'nor". This is some kind of race knowledge, as I didn't really know anything about Lorries and the men who drive them previous to that.
So, arriving at Gary's, I get to finally met Mr. H (his dad, aka Ken). And his mom, Mrs. H. And Charles, Brad's computer guru buddy.
I spent much of Plan A (moving Gary out) maneuvering stuff around the back of the truck. Let me tell you, I got them piles high.
I spent occasional moments sitting in Gary's very comfy chair reading the manual for SMAC. God bless SMAC. I'm gonna play it tonight.
There was some guys who blocked up the whole circle, so I couldn't make it in and we had to move onto the street. I was filled with rage, and will destroy him and make his loved ones weep.
After unloading Gary's, I drove with Charles up to Brad's hoose. This was the strangest bit. Brad's ex-wife (is it too early to call her that?) wasn't there. There were a lot of boxes.
Thankfully, there was a parking spot right in front of the house. After a few Lorry Driver-esque maneuverings, I got the box truck turned around (on one of those tiny little side streets, so you know I rock).
We brought stuff from the downstairs locker, and then began the upstairs. I'd just like to say B has WAY too much stuff. Damn. And this comes from me.
Sure, when Cindy & I move it's gonna be a zoo (some will gaze on my books and go "What the HELL are you doing with all this?", shurely), but this was just odd. It was all lined up in the hall, but it didn't seem to be getting any shorter.
The funnest part was getting the TV cabinet out. That thing was HUGE. We ended up having to lay it down on top of G's comforter, which may not have been the wisest thing to do. We should have got some more moving blankets, that's all I'm saying.
Afterwards, we headed towards The New Place, and parked the car. At this point, Brad and I bumped into
maliszew which goes to show I live in a sit-com (with a special guest appearance by...). Afterwards, we headed to dinner at The Fox's Den, which was nice. I got a 'burger, although I was upset they had no curry (a pub wit' no curry? As if!)
I led the table in a rousing rendition of Barrett's Privateers. Quite fun. Good thing no one else was in the bar!
After that, I had to split. I got the truck maneuvered into the alley and helped prepare for unloading.
Headed back to the 'Saug for the Arrogant Worms show. Quite enjoyable. They did most of their classics, but skipped The War of 1812 (fucking PC wimps). I still adore A Man has Needs.
Ah, well. That was last Saturday. I guess I wait too long to talk of it, eh?
Oh, yeah: Colleen has completed A Year of Buffy Fanfiction a day. I feel filled with fear.
