thebitterguy

box by box, crate by crate...

Feh.

Okay, we're now even MORE moved in (Jesus, you get a lot of space back when you re-assemble your bed).

So... The full story...

Okay, first off, background. I'm fairly well versed in moving other people (or, at the very least, watching others be moved). Myself, not so much. Usually my stuff ends up being either A) what I can carry in two boxes & a couple milk crates or B) strewn to the three winds.

Literally. I gave away a couch once.

Mental note: Look up Jason Fryer.

Anyway, so. Friday, things had gotten slightly out of good. We'd arranged a move on Saturday morning, and were planning to move boxes Friday night & Saturday. We'd been informed by the new tenants that, no, we wouldn't be able to move out Saturday morning (they said they were having the carpet ripped out Saturday starting at 8 am). So we put out an emergency request for help. noondaypaisley was the sole respondant. We're VERY grateful, btw.

Anyway, Snra & I felt we were packed enough that we should be okay. That was false. She ended up needing some help getting the last bits put away.

Not aiding facts were the absent movers, who were due to arrive on Friday 6:30, but didn't in fact show for another 3 hours.

Feh.

A storm is approaching. I may shut down now. You'll get the rest later.