I’m all in at House RoboShark after a nearly uneventful move. I say nearly because it seemed like all day I was deflecting things that could have made the day …interesting.
Like the two dimwits who showed up at my door, sent from the moving company I usually call. They had about 4 neurons between them left (years of pot smoking, I’m sure) and had to be told 6 times (three each) that “this pile is going to the locker, this pile is going to the new apartment”. This is my third move with this company (think of their name as having a couple numbers in it, a gender, and an organ) and if I use them again, I will ask that I get persons who can retain a thought longer than 43 seconds.
Or the super who wanted my apartment key the moment all my stuff was out of the apartment a week before the end of the month. “Sure!” I gleefully say, “I guess that means you’re going to clean the place and repaint that one orange wall.” Her face went lemon-sucked. Nope. Dang.
Or the elevator to the storage locker that died as soon as we arrived. I looked at the storage manager with saucer eyes when he said that he would have to call in a service tech and I pointed to the stoners in the van: “These guys are hourly. And they’re not completely on the same page as us, if you get my drift.” After some fiddling, the elevator worked for 2 out of three loads down. Whew!
Sharkboy and I hung shelves and art and then reorgainized closet space with minimal griping. Lordy that man has a lot of clothes. I use to think my dad was clothes crazy. Meesh was goodwilling fluffy cow print shirts and shiny slinky dress shirts (thankfully) left right and centre.
At the end of the day, comfy cozy in my our bed (we tossed Sharkboy’s 20 year old matress for my 5 year old one), drifting off to sleep, Sharkboy mumbles “Welcome home.”
13 thoughts on “Moving Day”
How did you know the place is haunted??? that’s uncanny
Oh! Congratulations, so very heartwarming! Last time we moved we used El Cheapo. I’m not kidding, they advertise in the back of Now with the slogan ‘Don’t be a Schmo, call El Cheapo!’ The truck showed up 6 hours late and ONE guy, aged 50, jumped out. Then he backed up and knocked over a neighbour’s garden ornament. Then his one legged dog jumped out and shit on the neighbours lawn. (While the neighbours were watching of course, because they had run out to the front porch when they saw a big truck backing up on their lawn)
Don’t you mind that the place is haunted?
and here i thought you’d already moved in.
you get what you deserve when you hire 00femalespleen as movers.
not in front of Manky–It might traumatize the baby!
(Can we have another photo of him?)
Okay, since no one else mentioned it…
What? No christening? No rough & boisterous sex?
Consider it said.
Just wait until he uses your favourite pair of undies to polish his boots.
I’m pretty sure I said: “get out of my bed bitch” but if you heard: “welcome home” that works for me… just kidding!!!
After 2 years living here, it finally feels like home!
So when’s the house warming?
ahhhhhhhhhhh–where’s my sharkboy-like entity????
mazel tov!
He’s a sweety, that Sharkboy. Gratz on the relatively uneventful move. Glad nothing got dropped/broke/misplaced.
awwwwww that’s sweet.
MOVING — Stress to the Nth degree.
MOVING in with the person you love — PRICELESS
“welcome home” — I am all moist!