I Hate Packing
It's almost time for the move to Las Vegas. I've got most of everything packed up, I'm going to leave some things for the movers to do, mainly so they can take responsibility in case the things get broken. Mainly the kitchen and my home theater. Things that are expensive and breakable. Everything else is packed up and ready to go.
Yesterday my in-laws came over with a uHaul truck to take furniture away that didn't make the cut for the move. They're donating it to an immigrant family, I think. 2 couches, 2 TVs, a bed, a big ass lamp, a huge ass oak dresser, and I don't know what else went. It was all decent stuff, but just not worth actually paying a mover to haul it cross country! Better to get new stuff. Better stuff. Stuff that wasn't handed down or bought with too little money and not enough time to comparison shop. Stuff that just isn't us anymore.
I've also made five trips to the Goodwill with my truck, and I will be making at least one more, possibly two. Combine that with the estimated 20 big green garbage bags that have found their way to the dumpster and the countless recycling bins that were filled up... Arg. I'm amazed there was anything to still pack up!
Tomorrow movers are coming to give estimates on hauling everything from Portland to Vegas. Hopefully they'll be able to take it all very soon. When they take everything, I'm outta here for good.
Today I was going to finish packing, trashing and Goodwilling. Things went awry though. I woke up at 7am like I normally would. Had 2 cups of coffee, read the news online, then promptly fell back to sleep until around 1pm. I took that as a sign of exhaustion and that I should take today off. Still plenty of time to do the rest tomorrow. I'm not doing jack today. Maybe watch a couple movies, go to the store to get food and smokes, and that's about it. I may break down and sweep the kitchen floor, but at this point the Psychic Soccerball just says, "Ask again later".
I hate packing.
Yesterday my in-laws came over with a uHaul truck to take furniture away that didn't make the cut for the move. They're donating it to an immigrant family, I think. 2 couches, 2 TVs, a bed, a big ass lamp, a huge ass oak dresser, and I don't know what else went. It was all decent stuff, but just not worth actually paying a mover to haul it cross country! Better to get new stuff. Better stuff. Stuff that wasn't handed down or bought with too little money and not enough time to comparison shop. Stuff that just isn't us anymore.
I've also made five trips to the Goodwill with my truck, and I will be making at least one more, possibly two. Combine that with the estimated 20 big green garbage bags that have found their way to the dumpster and the countless recycling bins that were filled up... Arg. I'm amazed there was anything to still pack up!
Tomorrow movers are coming to give estimates on hauling everything from Portland to Vegas. Hopefully they'll be able to take it all very soon. When they take everything, I'm outta here for good.
Today I was going to finish packing, trashing and Goodwilling. Things went awry though. I woke up at 7am like I normally would. Had 2 cups of coffee, read the news online, then promptly fell back to sleep until around 1pm. I took that as a sign of exhaustion and that I should take today off. Still plenty of time to do the rest tomorrow. I'm not doing jack today. Maybe watch a couple movies, go to the store to get food and smokes, and that's about it. I may break down and sweep the kitchen floor, but at this point the Psychic Soccerball just says, "Ask again later".
I hate packing.
posted by Unknown at 2:36 PM
4 Comments:
You should have just torched the place.
Then you wouldn't have to pack anything and the insurance would have paid for all of your new stuff.
Win/win situation.
Next time call me.
I don't have insurance, otherwise I would have. That is how much I hate my neighbors.
Oh, good call, sir!
I didn't even think of the neighbor angle.
That's like a bonus!
Good luck in Vegas. I liked it the one time I was there. Seemed like my kind of town(we didn't leave the bar until 4:30am and there were STILL people there)
That's my kinda town...
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