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My moving experience was abysmal and I think I really hurt myself. I hope I heal up over the next couple days because right now I just hurt and want to sleep.
I'm so bitter about moving... I spent a good bit of money buying touch up paint, and cleaning blinds, and wanting to make sure when I moved out that we'd get our full deposit back. The lesson for today kids is that being thorough is not always the best policy, and often just meeting the minimal expectations of those involved is best. Too bad it's impossible to figure that out until after the fact.
I'll cut this story short since the first draft was too long. I had a day to move all my belongings over to my new place with the help of 2 of my other roomates and a friend of theirs. The catch being we had to move all thiers too, so in the end I basically had to move a full house worth of stuff by myself. I had spent the week before the move packing everything and preparing to have the house in perfect condition when I left. I had all my heavy furniture in the front room which I had moved there mostly by myself. All my small stuff was in boxes in the back room. One of my new roomates was half packed and boxed up, the other two weren't packed at all.
We had the worlds shitties truck that cost $100 and was barely bigger than a pickup with no ramp. The move took forever because my roomates would take a 20 minute break every time we finished loading or unloading the truck, despite my constant attempts to keep them moving so we wouldn't run out of energy. Well guess what? We ran out of energy! At around 7pm, after having been moving stuff for 9 hours already our moving trip pretty much ended with the three of them relatively moved to the new place, and with me still having well over a full truck load of (thankfully) small shit in my house.
I was crashing hard, so I cleaned up and went to dinner with Ben at Doc Cheys, where I was barely lucid. We went back and he gave me a hand with a truckload which was nice. I was hoping a few other people would stop by but oh well. I packed the last little bit of stuff I had left, or tried to, until around 2:30am where my neighbor who was also completely exhausted suggested we call Hancock and ask them to give us more time to move out. Since I was already on the verge of passing out standing up, and I have no more physical strength left I agreed and asked him to ask for me as well since I doubted I could get up for the appointment.
Well, I was woken up by him fairly soon after the scheduled appointment with the news that they wouldn't give us more time and we had to be out immediately. I started packing as fast as I could, and called just about everyone but only Aaron was even available. Thank god he was willing to get out of bed and help me. <3 for that. I was still completely spent from the day before, and I knew I already had hurt just about any muscles useful for moving anything already. If the threat of several hundred dollars in fines, and some of my stuff being thrown out wasn't there, I probably couldn't have done it, but I managed to throw all my stuff outside in the sun all day while I emptied the house and started cleaning what I could. I finally finished moving all my stuff to the new house at 5:30, where I passed out for the rest of the day.
I'm pretty sure I had heat exhaustion a couple times earilier in the day. And I know I totally fucked up my back, and just about everything else. It really sucks because my room is nothing but misplaced furniture with tons of heavy boxes stacked ontop of everything. So I can't even really start setting up since I can barely lift the heavy boxes. ::sigh::
I'm so bitter about moving... I spent a good bit of money buying touch up paint, and cleaning blinds, and wanting to make sure when I moved out that we'd get our full deposit back. The lesson for today kids is that being thorough is not always the best policy, and often just meeting the minimal expectations of those involved is best. Too bad it's impossible to figure that out until after the fact.
I'll cut this story short since the first draft was too long. I had a day to move all my belongings over to my new place with the help of 2 of my other roomates and a friend of theirs. The catch being we had to move all thiers too, so in the end I basically had to move a full house worth of stuff by myself. I had spent the week before the move packing everything and preparing to have the house in perfect condition when I left. I had all my heavy furniture in the front room which I had moved there mostly by myself. All my small stuff was in boxes in the back room. One of my new roomates was half packed and boxed up, the other two weren't packed at all.
We had the worlds shitties truck that cost $100 and was barely bigger than a pickup with no ramp. The move took forever because my roomates would take a 20 minute break every time we finished loading or unloading the truck, despite my constant attempts to keep them moving so we wouldn't run out of energy. Well guess what? We ran out of energy! At around 7pm, after having been moving stuff for 9 hours already our moving trip pretty much ended with the three of them relatively moved to the new place, and with me still having well over a full truck load of (thankfully) small shit in my house.
I was crashing hard, so I cleaned up and went to dinner with Ben at Doc Cheys, where I was barely lucid. We went back and he gave me a hand with a truckload which was nice. I was hoping a few other people would stop by but oh well. I packed the last little bit of stuff I had left, or tried to, until around 2:30am where my neighbor who was also completely exhausted suggested we call Hancock and ask them to give us more time to move out. Since I was already on the verge of passing out standing up, and I have no more physical strength left I agreed and asked him to ask for me as well since I doubted I could get up for the appointment.
Well, I was woken up by him fairly soon after the scheduled appointment with the news that they wouldn't give us more time and we had to be out immediately. I started packing as fast as I could, and called just about everyone but only Aaron was even available. Thank god he was willing to get out of bed and help me. <3 for that. I was still completely spent from the day before, and I knew I already had hurt just about any muscles useful for moving anything already. If the threat of several hundred dollars in fines, and some of my stuff being thrown out wasn't there, I probably couldn't have done it, but I managed to throw all my stuff outside in the sun all day while I emptied the house and started cleaning what I could. I finally finished moving all my stuff to the new house at 5:30, where I passed out for the rest of the day.
I'm pretty sure I had heat exhaustion a couple times earilier in the day. And I know I totally fucked up my back, and just about everything else. It really sucks because my room is nothing but misplaced furniture with tons of heavy boxes stacked ontop of everything. So I can't even really start setting up since I can barely lift the heavy boxes. ::sigh::