My mom is desperate to help me with this move. I kept telling her I had it under control, which was a total lie, of course. But if it was out of control, it was my fault, and I guess I felt that I should not be helped out of it because I suck and procrastinate and am lazy. You know? I should pay the price for my sins. But I’ve decided, just now, that if she is free tomorrow, she can help me pack the kitchen. Aren’t I sweet? Part of the reason that I didn’t want her to help is she gets sad when she sees my place a mess. And the apartment is currently unclean. But on the phone this morning she told me she decided that that was her own issue that she was projecting onto me. And I told her that I could have told her that, I knew it all along. But that doesn’t make up for the fact that it makes her sad. Who wants to make their mommy sad? The other reason is based on a story she tells about me as a kid. Apparently, I would somehow talk my friends into doing my chores. I would be cleaning my room and someone would come by to see if I could play, and my mom would tell them that I couldn’t play until my room was clean. Naturally, I was not exactly rushing around cleaning. I was probably lying on the floor, looking for pictures in the patterns on the ceiling. Like I do now. Or playing with my toys. Like I do now. So my little friend would ask if they could help, my mom would peek in later to find me lollygagging about, while they cleaned. Now, I don’t remember doing this. But, it doesn’t surprise me. It’s not an aspect of my personality I should be proud of, and I’m not. Exactly. But… I admit… Look, I can’t help it if I was in high demand as a playmate. And that I had better things to do than clean my room. My head was, and still is, full of many things that take precedent over the more mundane aspects of life.
So part of me feels that this apartment is not completely empty and clean because I am waiting for that little friend to come over and do my chores. Shame on me. 😛

It turns out you do tip movers. And, in fact, when going over the terms of the move with me, the mover guy even said “gratuities are appreciated” albeit quickly. It was a point on the form. Luckily, I had already gone out to get cash. But then I found that they even included a tip section on the credit card slip. sheesh.
I had no idea you tipped housekeeping in a hotel. That’s absolute crap. Someone needs to compile a list. I understand it’s part of the wages of a waitress, you know, unless you suck, you need to tip them. But, I mean, I tip my waxing girl, Shanti, and she owns her own business! Should I be doing that? I started seeing her when she worked at a salon, and I’ve just never stopped tipping her. But I like her. So it’s not that bad.
I miss homegrocer.com. Not only did they rock, and have excellent produce, but they had a policy that stated, clearly, that you do not need to tip the delivery guy, they would not accept tips.
I’m at the apartment, finishing up stuff and cleaning.

How come it took me hours to pack all that stuff, to get as far as I did, and it takes them minutes to move it down to the truck. Unfair.
I’m going to have a lot left over to do myself. Never did unhook this computer. 🙂
And so ends our moving updates.

I just got back from the house… i wanted to take some stuff over that i didn’t want to bother packing. And some more fragile stuff, like my antique cameras. I’m going to take Pru over now, and then I am going to haul ass the clean up and make way for them to move whatever they can.
And I still have to disable that “home entertainment” mess.
My god… I’m talking to myself.

Hey… what happened to 3 o’clock?
She’s A Girl And I’m A Man from the album Don’t Get Weird On Me, Babe by LLoyd Cole

5 Years from the album Homogenic by Björk
Does one tip movers? Where are you people when I need you?
I’ve never used movers before. After trying to find answers online, I’m a little frightened. Sounds like they like to scam you.
Anyways, welcome to the 3 o’clock hour. Fun!
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy from the album Mirrorball by Sarah McLachlan

I have to untangle and pack all the “home entertainment” systems. I don’t want to. It looks messy. Lots of cables.
blarg.

What, it’s only 11:38? I feel like it’s at least 2 am. I think I need a dr pepper. I’ll go return some library books, get them out of the way, and pick up a dr pepper.
you need to know these things.

I’ve pretty much accepted the fact that not everything will be packed. I’m guessing the kitchen will probably not make the cut. Which means I will have to come back, pack it, and move it myself. Which is not that bad, because I have a hand truck and I can borrow Ron’s truck. I also don’t think I will have time to remove everything from the walls before they get here. Again… another thing that can wait. What can’t wait is all the heavy stuff. The furniture and boxes of books, cd’s, dvd’s, etc. Oh well, I’ve have to come back to clean a little anyway. and I do mean A LITTLE. Let them use my deposit to hire cleaners. I’m totally cool with that.
Currently featured on iTunes:
Kermit the Frog – It’s Not Easy Being Green
Pru is still here. I’m going to take her over to the house early in the morning. I don’t want her spending her first night there without me. My baby kitty. Besides, if I am going to stay up all night, I’m going to need her to keep me company.
Currently featured on iTunes:
She’s No Lady from the album Pontiac by Lyle Lovett