June 7, 2003


Posted by Arcane Gazebo at June 7, 2003 3:05 PM I'm out of my old residence, right on schedule. All my stuff is still sitting around in boxes; I'll have to work on that.

At the beginning of last week I was discussing my move-out plans with Phil, the landlord. He wanted to know when he could start showing the place. I'm getting out ASAP, so the easiest thing is to start showing it once I'm gone.

"I'll need to get my stuff out, and then clean up--"

"Oh, it doesn't need to be clean to show it."

I give him a funny look, so he follows up with:

"I'll just tell them to use their imagination; it'll be clean when they get it."

Bet you rent a lot of places that way, Phil.

I hired some guys to move my furniture. I call the company on Monday and scheduled a truck to come the next day. The guy on the phone tells me exactly what I'm going to get, and says he's sending the information on to the branch office, so I figure I'm all set. To my recollection he didn't say anything about needing to call the branch office to confirm. So on Tuesday I spend the morning getting everything ready, and then when the truck hasn't arrived I call the number he gave me for the branch office. "Did you make a confirmation call?" D'oh!

(By the way, this seems horribly inefficient. Why not list the local branch number in the yellow pages, instead of making people call the main number and then the branch number?)

Anyway, I reschedule the truck for Wednesday. They tell me it'll arrive between eleven and three. Everything's ready this time, so starting at 10:30 I'm sitting on the couch waiting and indulging my newfound Golden Sun addiction. I get my ass demolished by the kraken's fighting technique, and start my game over after realizing that I have missed no fewer than six djinni.

At 3:15 I call the branch office again, asking "Dude, where's my truck?"

The answer is that it broke down that morning. They have another one that just came back, and they promise it in half an hour. It shows up at 5:00, and I get my stuff moved.

This is where the girl with the beer shows up. (See my previous entry.) She was there to welcome me to the building with beer and sweet lovin'. That's what I'd like to say, but actually she was moving out herself, had just had a party, didn't drink beer, and needed to get rid of it. Needless to say I wasn't about to turn down free beer. With the experience I was having so far, I was going to need it.

I go back to the old apartment to get the last batch of stuff. Batches, really - I'm going to renounce my pack rat tendencies from this point; I hauled a lot of useless stuff away from that place. My plan was to put it in the storage room that comes with the new place, but my key no longer opens the lock. Was it rekeyed by mistake when the woman with the beer moved out? I still have yet to track down the building manager to sort this out, so there's a huge pile of boxes in the middle of my floor with nowhere to go. Maybe this will force me to go through them and get rid of stuff.

The other annoyance is that my phone still does not work (so don't try to use my new number yet). SBC assures me it has been connected, so it's another thing to harass Fred about.

The good part? I no longer wake up at 7:30 every morning to the sound of kids yelling. No one is coming in to play my video games while I'm gone. And, I have beer. Tags:
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