First off, Uhaul would not just let us rent the truck for 3 days and charged us for a week, which was a little over a thousand dollars...we were informed that when we turned the truck in after 3 days we'd get some money back.
With that in mind, we rushed to get boxes from the 3 story town house into the truck, using craigs list to hire 2 random guys. I was not aware they were from CL and thought they came with the truck (don't make fun, I was tired and not paying attention lol)
The guys did an alright job, they kept up the pace and the truck ended up making 3 full runs, though at that rate, we knew we'd need the truck for longer, which sucked.
The guys also dropped our brand new washer and it fell down the stairs and nearly crushed\killed him, but he continued to work anyways but the washer DID die.
That night we slept in the new house in our own beds, surrounded by unpacked boxes and covered in bruises, scrapes, dents and scars. My knuckles still look like I picked a fight with a cement wall...and lost.
There are no curtains and my new bedroom has a large floor to ceiling ground floor window, I got dressed in plain sight, figuring no one would be walking passed the lake at that very moment. (But later on a neighbor did see me in my underwear, she waved and continued to walk her dog, I was mortified but told myself to just smile and wave back)
To me the house is very cold, the thingie on the wall says its 70, but it feels like 60, hopefully it will warm up once curtains are in, there are just so many damn windows!
Day 2, we went with new movers, two older gentlemen who seemed to be seasoned pros and moving and stacking heavy shit, these guys would have been killer to have on day 1 however, we recently found out that the two guys hardly knew each other, and the one guy we paid did not give a fair cut to his partner.
We paid them $300 for a full days work and even bought lunch, the one bad guy gave his partner $70...thats it. Hopefully karma will repay this man.
We spent the rest of the night cleaning the town house and sadly the place was already in that shape, cleaner then when we first moved in. We went out to a steak place for dinner and I enjoyed a Tilapia because I thought it was chicken (lol) it was good till my dad told me it was fish then I couldn't bring myself to bring the fork to my mouth. He may as well have said it was made of kittens or puppies...not that I love fish, I just can't stand sea food. I have to trick myself into eating sushi, its sad really...
Day 3, no boxes in the town house but chaos reigns, the cats are in complete horror and hide in dark places instead of exploring their new castle, I manage to stab myself with the box cutter in several unusual places.
I managed to dive, slide and save a hand full of falling crystal baubles (like the ones from Labyrinth) as they fell from the unsafe shelf someone left them on. I wasn't even thinking it was an auto reaction, I'm quite proud to report the fragile pretties are safe and I'm actually okay though if I had been watching it happen I'd bet on the human being hurt but in this case, I landed good I guess.
Box cutter stabs:
Back pocket, sitting down abruptly for a rest, just the tiny steel tip sticking out of its case, stabs me in the kidney area, I bleed like a scene out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, without noticing, till I sit down again and feel like I had sat down on a wet sofa. Ruined my white tank top and my cargo pants. Everyone freaks out and wants me to get into the light so they can see why theres so much blood and laughs at me because the wound is about as small as being stabbed with the tip of a mechanical pencil (Yeah, been there done that too)
Fingers, every single one and two of my left toes when I dropped it without realizing.
Back of my right elbow, I was carrying a heavy box slowly and bumped backwards right into it, it felt like I had just bumped the counter so I kept going, then later I noticed the stab wound, this time it didn't bleed everywhere but its still pretty sore.
Other wounds \ injuries.
Carrying a box full of books, but unaware its full of books as its marked "crafts" down a flight of stairs, my knee decides to randomly give out and I toss the box like its on fire and fall down after it like a rag doll lol, I landed so hard I heard air escape from my lungs like a weird click cough hehe, I thought at least I still have cool points because no one witnessed me fly down the stairs, except the cat...I'm sure.
New bathtub, didn't have a shower curtain or shower rod, this house didn't come with rods or a pantry!
So I decided a bath would be good for me, wet wash rag over the face, relax in the steam, sure thats all fine until you try to get back out. My legs are so bruised it hurt to stand and the tub was slippery so I think I slammed myself side ways on to the rim of the tub, I'm not quite sure as I was half awake...I know it didn't hurt until the next day when I tried to get out of bed.
Locked my hair in the car door twice in one day....
New scar under my chin from carrying a box around a corner and bumping into the banister, corner of the box bit my face!
Black eye from god knows what...I seriously have no idea, I swear I don't remember anything hitting me in the face, it doesn't even hurt...I thought it was just melted makeup, you know...eyeliner that had got wet and was blackish under my right eye but its changing colors and a little sore so...yeah...I look scrappy lol
But other then getting my wimpy ass kicked, I learned a lot from this move.
- 60lbs is my lift limit
- Box cutters don't always retract all the way
- Fast food is never a good idea, no matter how hungry I am
- I have no use for a computer without internet
- I can bleed a lot before noticing.
- I snore.
- I have a high tolerance to pain.
- My high tolerance to pain makes others sick.
- My laughing instead of crying when in pain confuses and possibly scares others.
- I can command myself to shut up and complete a task before caving in.
- Houses don't come with energy saving light bulbs.
- Shag carpet causes me to arc lightning 6 inches away from anything I touch.
- Everyone in his house needs some sort of 2 way radio because its too damn big lol
Also, and I don't mean this in a sexual way at all, but I seem to have bitten a rather large hole in my feather pillow, I noticed feather bits in my hair this morning, which is nothing new, but as I brushed my hair I noticed more and more, much larger feathers then as I made my bed I saw the pillow. Now we don't own a dog and last I checked, the cats don't wear lipstick so...the evidence is quite clear, unfortunately.
The funny thing is, I only remember dreaming about Stephen Dorff accusing me of stealing his box cutter, which in its self I was totally confused and scared because he seemed really angry and I'm like "But I need this box cutter...no you can't have it, I really do need it! No its not yours, its mine!
But he took it from me anyways and walked away, lit a cigarette and gave me stink face as he walked back to his house and I frowned lol.
But in reality I guess I was biting a hole into my pillow, I wonder what it all means oooo or if its better not to know?? haha
I did not even know one could hire day laborers on Craig's List. I may have to look into that.
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