First, a few photos of the cats exploring their new home...
After a long night of freezing my keester off, interrupted by brief bouts of sleep, I was a little disoriented when the phone woke me from my (now fitful) slumber at 11:30 AM.
It was Gur.
When I originally went hunting for professional movers, I researched like crazy on the internet, doing everything in my power to protect yours truly from getting screwed. Every mover I talked to warned me about their competitors unscrupulous business practices, and the more they talked about how legitimate they were, the more weary I became. Must be the poker player in me. One website, movingscam.com (yeah, someone got screwed badly enough to create a website with millions of visitors), turned me on to who I ended up using: a small broker called 'for the move'. They subbed it out to Ben Hur, and now the guy responsible for all my shit (including my entire recording studio) is named Gur. Worried? A little...
It honestly took me about 10 seconds to register where I was, and who the hell 'Gur' was. The combination of shock that the movers came through with the promise date, and the excitment of my stuff actually arriving, erased any remaining drowsiness and I promptly buzzed them in. This would be the first time in history, that I can recall, where I actually had to undress, while getting out of bed, to go outside.
When the movers came in, Biggles ran up the spiral stairs to hide, and who the hell knew where Ariel was (she hides all the time anyhow). But, I decided to make sure she was in the apartment anyways, since the door was propped open. For a good 5 minutes I couldn't locate her - not in the closet, not in the loft, not under the raised platform, not in any of the sink cabinets, not in the bathroom... where was she?
Allow me:
I seems, or least to Ariel anyhow, that if she can't see anyone, they certainly can't see her. There she remained the whole time, head burried in the proverbial 'sand'.
I have to give kudos to the movers here. Gur was great, none of my stuff was destroyed, they didn't hold anything for ransom as others had warned, and within 3 hours I was moved in and ready to unpack.
uggghhh.
If I never mentioned how much moving sucks, I am mentioning it now.. the whole damn process....just.. yuk.
It's also damn expensive. I spent Sunday, and a large portion of Monday, running all over hell's half acre getting the 'bare essentials'. Except, only, I don't roll like that. Nope. I gotta get everything I will ever need, right now, and carry it all back in one large trip. Good thing most places here deliver.
Well, at least now I can get settled.. arms tired, legs heavy, head pounding, bank account wounded...time to unpack, get a good nights sleep, and start focusing on what brought me here in the first place...
Some mid-unpacking pics:
And now your moment of zen...
1 comment:
omg...Ariel is so funny!
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