Last weekend was the longest and most miserable two days of my life. And I’m not exaggerating. If anything, I’m understating. Several people who said they’d help did not and we ended up calling anyone and everyone listed in our cell phones.
Tim and I started this process Saturday at 10:30am, worked until Sunday at 10:30am, slept, continued Sunday at 9pm and finally finished and returned the truck Monday at 3:00am. I am never moving again. Okay, no more complaining–I’m starting to annoy myself. I will say that one really good thing about last weekend was that the mayhem served as a diversion from how incredibly sad I was to be leaving the old apartment.
Now some pictures!
While packing, Tim found his “Jesus wig”. Here’s Tim being Jesus being a hippie.
Here’s Paige in the middle of Happy-Happy-Moving-Day. Her face pretty much sums up how we were all feeling.
Home, Sweet Home.
Marty called me Monday and gave me the latest. Mike-the-Bellman quit. New-Guy-Eric is going to ask for one weekend off a month. He won’t get it. He’s going to quit. Marty is applying for other jobs, one of which looks pretty promising he says, and then he quits. Apparently, I’ve started some sort of revolution. It just goes to show that life without me just isn’t worth it. I’ve been saying this for years; now here’s some physical evidence.
And in amusing news news:
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Ah! I would’ve come helped with some notice!!
Chicago isn’t that far away (is it?)
Glad you’re done. Next time I’ll plan to be there even if you say you have plenty of help, k?
Next time (please let there not be a next time!) I’m totally taking you up on that offer. You’ve been warned.
Thanks, Chad.
Wish I could have been there to help. I know what a bear moving can be. At least Shannon remained true to form so that you don’t have to feel guilty about cutting her off. Have fun at the new place! I’ve never lead a revolution … I bet it’s fun. Hope you keep in touch with all the hotel peeps.
Marty and I talk on the phone every once in a while, and I talk to/see Mike pretty regularly. It’s all good.
hey there!
No wonder I didn’t see your Bell man here anymore!
Want to do something? What do your next couple weekends look like?