Well, the move made me late for my
dentist appointment at noon. We started moving at
around 9 AM and I guess I was cutting it a little
close.
Did I mention the appointment was
the following DAY?
In what has to be the most
grueling physical feat I have ever accomplished, Jess
and I are officially moved. You'd hope it took that
long because we were driving so much...but nope-the
roads were pretty clear when we were driving. Only
15-20 minutes apart. The biggest problem was that
Jessica found out she has tendonitus (sp?) in her arms
and can't lift anything, so I was basically alone
on most of the stuff. No biggie, we have a nice hand
truck that will make life easier. On top of that we
packed nearly everything a MONTH ago, so it
was all loading time. 9 AM was our big deadline. If we
were out by 9 AM on Wendesday morning, we wouldn't get
charged the extra day. Seemed a very reachable
goal.
9:00 AM - Get up, shower, get
moving clothes on - good shoes...ready to
go.
10:00 AM - Start UNloading my
trailer. That's right. In order to move, we had to
unload all the 4tvs equipment UP THE STAIRS,
and into my apartment, and then reload them once we're
finished.
11:00 AM - Load
trailer and pick-up truck. Took for
freakin' ever. That damn piano. Of course
we video
taped it.
I added in the FIRST piano video
back during entry #5 was it? It's pretty
funny...uncanny how damn near perfect the
two shots line-up...
YouTube
link added
02.13.09
2:30 PM - Finally got the first
load in, we drive there, unload everything, sign all
the papers for our lease, and get back
home.
5:30 PM - Start loading all the
boxes...so many. Realized the refrigerator doors had
to go the other way for our new apartment. Took me
freakin' 2 hours - yes 2 hours to get that damn
refrigerator redone. Damn screws so tight, had to go
door to door to ask for tools. Son of a bitch. We
packed that bastard up REALLY good though. My
trailer was so low to the ground I was sure I was
gonna scrape. At this point the welts and bruises on
my arm were really killing me from the piano. And my
back was a bit sore, but I was still feelin' good. The
worst thing was I was chaffing in every crevice known
to man. I kind of had to walk like a mosey-ing cowboy
Jesus on the cross. Heh. Damn near
MIDNIGHT before we left, but we were moving as
fast as we could.
11:30 PM - Start the second trip,
unload boxes, take a bath, try and heal afflicted
chafing areas (corn starch rocks)...and we're outta
there by 2:30 AM.
3:00 AM - Start loading third
trip, which is basically everything else, but our old
apartment still looks like it has everything. Fitting
that DAMN California King Mattress in that
trailer. This load seemed to take forever. The sun
started coming up. It would seem like we were resting
somehwere along the line, but we weren't. Actually
took 3 hours to load both vehicles. The stairs were an
absolutel back breaker. We had the fridge in this load
too. Lemme tell you. When you've just paid $500 for a
refrigerator, I can't even tell you how tense your
body gets when you're lowering it down steps on a hand
truck. I could barely walk at this
point.
6:00 AM - We're off for the 3rd
trip and we unload in 90 minutes. These 2 guys ran up
and helped us unload the couch. This sucked. It was a
total scam. But I was soooooooooooo tired, and in
such a bad mood, and so incredibly sore,
I couldn't even speak. It's the - give us a tip
routine, that if you don't they give you a break-in a
week later now that they know where you live. They
couldn't speak a lick of english either. They just ran
up and started helping. (sigh) Oh well.
8:00 AM - back for the last trip
which was basically reloading the 4tvs equipment and
throwing the little things anywhere we could find
space. It was REALLY getting close. And my body was
really giving out. We weren't taking any breaks. I'd
stop to drink water when I could, and we did eat
once, but it was a constant motion, and I truly
have SOOOOOOO many boxes of shit. Threw out all
I could. So I'm taking the 4tvs stuff down, and
it's just not happenin' I can't walk anymore. It's
approaching 8:30, and I tell Jess...let's just put
everything in the hallway. She said we had to be out
of the apartment by 9 AM, right? So we book ass and
put everything along the hallways. We get it all done
at like 9:10 and she runs down there as I'm sweeping
and getting the last few things. Jess comes back up
and says that we're all good, just come back when we
get "the little things" out of the hall. Little did
she know, that the little things would take us 2
hours. Well the 5 minute break waiting for Jess killed
me. I sat down after I got everything out, and my body
said: "HAHA! Now I've got you. Silly boy, you shall
never get up again." I couldn't get up to save my
life. I hurt sooooo bad. Luckily since Jess
hadn't been moving the heavy stuff, though she was
working just as hard, she was able to get most of the
stuff downstairs. We also got one neighbor to help us,
and eventually got everything downstairs, loaded up at
exactly 11 AM. Then there's the run-through by the
office...
Did you know if you've only been
in the apartment for 6 months, you have to pay for a
paint job when you leave? I certainly didn't know
this. $700. All I freakin' did was put nails in
the wall for pictures. Are you freaking kidding me?
Yeah, she said that they usually don't paint
apartments when it's been less than a year, just touch
up. I guess it's not law out here. But since some
paint chipped around some of my nail holes, now they
have to repaint it...and we have to pay for it. I'm so
insensed at this point. Every apartemt I've ever been
in has been freshly painted. I thuoght that was the
law. We bitched and they agreed to pay half of it, but
it is still money we don't have. There wasn't a damn
thing wrong with the walls either. Just the nail
holes. She said there should be no wear and tear on
the wall under a year. ?????? Those holes were in the
wall after a WEEK. How is that wear and tear. I'm so
freakin' mad right now. ANYWAY. We just shake our
heads, and say bill us. We;re gonna ask around and see
if this is a fair deal. They did say they would try
and touch it up first before they called the painters.
Amazing.
Then of course after all this
I finally got my tooth bonded. He said I needed a
crown a month back, but I don't have the time or
money now. So I'll just pray the bond holds up for
awhile. I actually fell asleep in the chair! Man is
drilling on my tooth (doesn't have a nerver so no
pain) and I'm dosing off...he keeps saying: "Adam,
open..." 'Cause my jaw was closing...I almost
asked him to jack it open somehow and let me sleep.
What a day.
Finally got to bed around 1 PM.
The pain was really incredible. Besides the soreness
and the chafing, my hands were just THROBBING. So
hard, it was surreal. They still don't feel too great,
but at least I can move. Jess fared a bit better, but
we're both just beat to no end. I honestly don't think
I've ever had a more grueling 26 hour span in my life.
That last trip when I couldn't get up when I sat
down was so strange. My body would not move. That and
we weren't eating, or taking breaks like we should've
been, but it became clear we weren't gonna make the
deadline, so we had to beat ass. What a horrible
experince. I will rent a UHAUL next time. Period. Yeah
we probably saved $100, but we worked for like $1.85
an hour instead. LOL.
The apartment is verry nice. One
bedroom, gonna be a bitch to fit everything, but we'll
find a way. Only one parking space. For 3 vehicles.
That sucks. The triler gets that honor, and we both
park on the street. :-( Anyway, there will be much
more later about all that. One more entry until we fly
back home to get married, and then it'll be probably
the 18th until you here from us again.