Guess who didn't finish moving out?
Nov. 30th, 2005 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneI'm too cool for my soon-to-be-ex-landlady's bullshit. If she really meant to have the pad available for sale on December First, she would not have taken delivery on a new stove (a nice Fridgadaire, too) and dishwasher (oy) and not had them hooked up. I left her a voice message letting her know I can finish my Saturday but that's it.
The marble tabletop? still there. Poor![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tkitch had to work until nine, the most righteous adaptively couldn't lift it either. I asked a few others and heard nothing from one (not gonna name names... no really, I'm not cuz Kitch is the only person whose balls I break that way and Kitch had a real obligation) and found out another didn't think he could do the lift. It's true.
Tomorrow, fuck the old apartment. I'll deal on Friday and Saturday. When I woke up from my nap, I must've had some deep delta sleep because it felt like I woke up a decade later. Hell, I woke up feeling like Dante the Butch Mofo instead of Dante the Whiner. Felt good, damnit. However, my left knee said "still, you need to get fucked." Dang.
I draggedadaptively to dinner and then to Melrose. We shot the shit while loading boxes. I grabbed my office chair, my filing cabinet and the last of my vinyl albums along with two boxes of books and headed to the storage joint in Methuen.
It turns out they don't lock the automatic doors at nine. Instead, the punch-key access to the elevator locks at nine. Thus I could enter my code and see my name along with "access denied" and the time. 9:03. Ah well. So I drove back to Lexington, dropped off crap, had a hit of water, dropped off the van and got stuck on 93.
Usually I avoid rubbernecking. However,adaptively and I were privilege to the sight of one car off the left side of the southbound lane about a mile and change after exit 35 with its side nearly sheared. Then we saw the tractor trailer that jack-knifed and landed on its side into the median and onto the other direction's carriageway. That's primo carnage, folks! I got my time's worth from twenty minutes of waiting. Besides, chillin' on an expressway is a lot of fun when you're shooting the shit with someone who rawks.
Anyway, I had a good evening. I need to recover physically. I also need to hire a couple guys named Beef and have them move what little of my crap remains. Shove stuff in boxes, gentlemen -- I can't take this anymore.
-all alone in my white boy pain, Dante
P.S.: I'm not quite a winner in NaNoMoShAlMo -- National Move your Shit out mostly Alone within a Month. I had thought to call it "NanoMoShmo" but I no longer feel like a schmo even though I did for the last week.
The marble tabletop? still there. Poor
tkitch had to work until nine, the most righteous adaptively couldn't lift it either. I asked a few others and heard nothing from one (not gonna name names... no really, I'm not cuz Kitch is the only person whose balls I break that way and Kitch had a real obligation) and found out another didn't think he could do the lift. It's true.Tomorrow, fuck the old apartment. I'll deal on Friday and Saturday. When I woke up from my nap, I must've had some deep delta sleep because it felt like I woke up a decade later. Hell, I woke up feeling like Dante the Butch Mofo instead of Dante the Whiner. Felt good, damnit. However, my left knee said "still, you need to get fucked." Dang.
I dragged
adaptively to dinner and then to Melrose. We shot the shit while loading boxes. I grabbed my office chair, my filing cabinet and the last of my vinyl albums along with two boxes of books and headed to the storage joint in Methuen.It turns out they don't lock the automatic doors at nine. Instead, the punch-key access to the elevator locks at nine. Thus I could enter my code and see my name along with "access denied" and the time. 9:03. Ah well. So I drove back to Lexington, dropped off crap, had a hit of water, dropped off the van and got stuck on 93.
Usually I avoid rubbernecking. However,
adaptively and I were privilege to the sight of one car off the left side of the southbound lane about a mile and change after exit 35 with its side nearly sheared. Then we saw the tractor trailer that jack-knifed and landed on its side into the median and onto the other direction's carriageway. That's primo carnage, folks! I got my time's worth from twenty minutes of waiting. Besides, chillin' on an expressway is a lot of fun when you're shooting the shit with someone who rawks.Anyway, I had a good evening. I need to recover physically. I also need to hire a couple guys named Beef and have them move what little of my crap remains. Shove stuff in boxes, gentlemen -- I can't take this anymore.
-all alone in my white boy pain, Dante
P.S.: I'm not quite a winner in NaNoMoShAlMo -- National Move your Shit out mostly Alone within a Month. I had thought to call it "NanoMoShmo" but I no longer feel like a schmo even though I did for the last week.
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Date: 2005-12-01 03:25 pm (UTC)ahh, Dante. *laugh* you rocks.
I'm SO sorry I haven't had time to help you move. I've been quitting my job, and planning my own move, and dealing with crappy crap, and oh, working my ass off at the job I'm quitting.
so. I think I might have time this weekend (sat, most likely). I can help shove in boxes, and I'll bring the CR-V.
let me know?
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Date: 2005-12-01 03:42 pm (UTC)I hate this dream.
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Date: 2005-12-02 05:36 am (UTC)Let me know, mon ami. Im here if ya need me.
*hug*