omg, look what i found! i have a blog!
i'm now in my new place with an average amount of fuss. i only felt like crying maybe twice. packing was no problem.. i even have a few brand-new boxes left over (want some?). i couldn't believe i wasn't going to be living in my apartment anymore. i'd lived there for two years, longer than anywhere else in the city. where would i shop? what would i see? i'll miss 'my' houses, i know that..
still, time plods on and i had to move out of that admitted shithole. naturally, my troubles began on moving day. i went to the new place to go over a checklist so when i move out, i can point to something and say 'hey, this was f'ed up before i got here.' great concept (this wasn't done for my old place), 'cept i found a lot more wrong than i bargained for: my bedroom and kitchen windows didn't open; the toilet ran forever; it wobbled back and forth when you sat on it (a fact i discovered *after* the checklist); the countertop laminate nearest the stove was burnt and some of it coming off the backstop; and some other minor things. i thought this place was going to be the money pit from hell.
then, in my infinite wisdom, i left my newly acquired cell phone back at my old place. that was bad news, since the movers were due to be at my place half an hour after the checklist thing.. at least that's when their 2-hour window started. as it turns out, that didn't matter much since they didn't have my cell phone # on file, even though i specifically called and gave it to them. i missed the call, my building manager left me a very testy message (none from the movers, funny that), and by the time i got back, they'd already left. fun!
somehow i wrangled a three-man crew out of them (i'd put in for two men before). their leader happened to be one of the more overtly racist men i've met in the city. very brusque process. if i'd been moving into another garden apartment it probably would have taken an hour.. that is, if we hadn't gotten stuck in the alley. since my back alley was kind of an allen wrench shape, curving sharply to go back out to my street, we couldn't get through that way. had to back out the entire length. cops were called, directions were bungled, hispanics were insulted. oh, and did i mention it was raining during all of this?
a short while and much coin droppage later, i found myself in my new place, but my day wasn't over yet. i still had to go back to my old place and clean. i'd left many cleaning implements in the apartment, so i couldn't just take a cab back.. i needed a ride. i knew my sis and her paramour were getting a jump start on moving and taking some stuff over to their mutual new place that night, so i called my friend Trevlin. Trevlin has a penchant for dressing very well, but i figured if i'm moving, he'll dress it down a little, no? no. up he showed, resplendent in a black three-piece suit and black fedora, to help me move my nasty-ass brooms and cleansers (luckily i pawned off my useless vacuum cleaner on my building manager). bless 'im for it.
so now i get to unpack and paint this weekend. the sooner i get it over with, the better. i just hope my cat doesn't get her hair permasealed in my walls before it's all over.
