We interrupt your regularly scheduled gratuitous doggage to bring you the following message: Today is going to be a very long day.
It is just a shade after 3pm and I only got to work an hour ago. You see, my building does not permit weekend move-ins, and that would be a problem if not for the fact that once a month my schedule shifts to an afternoon start of the workday into the night. That once this month happened to be today, so I took the morning and moved in.
Last night I drove with Striker out to Chantilly. The movers were slated to come at 8am, so I packed up the last few boxes and went to sleep wherever the dog would let me. I woke up at 7, packed up the sheets, walked and watered the dog, and the movers were on time. Traffic was awful on 66, but we finally made it to the storage unit from which I was to obtain my loveseat. Let me just say that it’s a good thing the loveseat was at the front of the unit, because there was a ton of crap in there. The movers loaded up the loveseat and we were on our way.
495 and 395 weren’t bad traffic wise and we made good time. The movers moved everything in seamlessly (Beltway Movers if anyone is wondering) and were gone in a flash. The entire moving process started at 8:00 in the AM and we loaded up, waded through 66 traffic, picked up the loveseat, traversed 495 and 395, unloaded the stuff and put it where it was supposed to go, I paid the movers and setup my laptop, and my gchat log says I gchatted Goose at 10:50am (though she wasn’t there to respond. the nerve.) That’s a two-man move in under 3 hours. That’s impressive, even if it’s only 1 bedroom’s worth of stuff and a loveseat.
Since then, I’ve unpacked everything I can unpack, and I’ve lined up boxes to take down to my storage bin. I’ve fed the puppy (who peed in the lobby and pooped in the middle of the parking garage), eaten lunch, walked the puppy, and carried him down the stairs when the fire alarm (!!!) went off. And after all that, now I’ve got to work until after 10pm.
Like I said, today is going to be a very long day.
Filed under: transition
moving sucks… but at least you have a fun roommate now!
Does Samson play well with others?
Oh, no, just you wait. The entertainment you’ll witness at 8:00 will far far far outweigh anything you could see on TV. D and T will fight with J, who will have just come from three hours of therapy where she counsels others on their relationships. Check for her decoy wedding ring, as she tends to wear it when doing therapy, though husband is non-existent. I always meant to ask her about that. S will fall asleep. B will possibly be late, very nice, and try to be the voice of reason. J.D. (emailer extraordinaire and certified pain in the ass) will come and spout off some crap about mostly nothing, wherein everyone’s eyes will glass over and you’ll try not to laugh.
Make the copies of everything (more of agenda for peeps who show up) and you’ll be fine. Blame anything fucked up on me. And most important, report back here tomorrow! SOOO FUNNY!