February 04, 2003
Kurt Hectic

And now for the story of the moving-day fiasco.

    Original Plan
  1. Pick up truck at 8:00am.
  2. Pack all of my stuff.
  3. Go to Dianna's, pack all of her stuff into the truck and swap my small bed for her large one.
  4. Drive truck to new apartment.
  5. Unpack truck.
  6. Return truck by 6pm (we had a 10 hour reservation).

But, of course, nothing ever works the way you want it to.

Actual Moving Fiasco

8:00 -- Pick up truck and start packing it.

12:00 -- Take a break from packing my apartment. While eating a snack, I glance at my rental contract. In small print it mentions that I only have the truck until 2:00.

12:05 -- There's no way we can make it. Freak out.

12:06 -- Call U-Haul to sort out this innocent misunderstanding. They let me know that I can keep the truck for as long as I want, but it will cost me $100 for every 2 hours it's past due.

12:07 -- It will take at least 3 hours to pack/unpack a minimal load of our stuff. Freak out.

12:10 -- Incredible packing frenzy. I somehow manage to manhandle my dresser and bookshelf into the back of the truck single-handedly.

12:30 -- Attempt to close up truck so that I can drive it (quickly) to Dianna's house. Loading ramp becomes stuck, refusing to go in or out. A quick look under the truck reveals that a weld has broken off the ramp, separating it from the wheeled dolly.

12:35 -- Now the truck will be 5 hours late. I'm going to be driven into the poorhouse. Freak out.

12:40 -- Jason calls and lets me know he can't come out and visit before his flight leaves. Now I'm both freaking out and very, very sad.

12:45 -- Call U-Haul's emergency breakdown line. They let me know that a mechanic will call me within an hour to let me know when he can come fix the truck.

12:50 -- A great peace falls over me. I realize that there is no way in hell that I will ever get the truck back in time. All need to worry has been lifted, because now there's nothing I can do at all. I'm still sad because I don't get to see Jason one last time.

1:00 -- A nasty series of calls to U-Haul puts them in their place. I convince the fuckfaces that their mechanic won't be out to fix the truck until 4:00, so they give me an extension until closing (7:00pm).

3:30 -- The most snaggle-toothed tow-truck driver I have ever seen shows up to fix the truck. He has me hand him a giant green crowbar. Things get bashed. I'm practically jumping up and down, hoping that he asks me to give the goddamn truck a few good thumps. Sadly, though, he fixes the ramp without breaking the truck's soul.

3:50 - 6:30 -- Moving continues uneventfully. The truck is returned on time.

7:00 - 9:00 -- Unpack. I notice that a herd of turtles seem to have taken residence under the skin of my upper back. No, those are muscle knots. My legs have large incipient bruises, making me look like the victim of a midget-beating. Blissful sleep.

Posted on February 04, 2003 01:37 PM

shit dood! that sucks ass!

so when are we having a party at your new pad? have a party! invite us over! can i stop by and see it on thursday at 5? will you be home?

Posted by: michele on February 4, 2003 01:45 PM

Sorry I couldn't make it. Make sure not to get kicked out before I get back. Or wait, get kicked out right when I get back so I get to see two new apartments. And don't do drugs.

Posted by: jason on February 4, 2003 07:03 PM

wow, that's crazy, dude. kind of a good goddamn thing the truck broke, eh? congrats on the new place! i want to come see it soon! i vote yes on party!!

Posted by: erica on February 4, 2003 09:55 PM

I like that you tried to break the truck's soul, but am sad that you did not succeed. Philosophers say that the headlights are the windows to a truck's soul, so maybe you could bash those.

Posted by: sean on February 5, 2003 10:51 AM

there's a vote on party? wait, is it thumbs up if i want it to die, or thumbs up if i want it to live.....? hmmmm.

Posted by: dianna on February 5, 2003 04:42 PM

ooh, you guys joined the grownup game! now you get to play house all the time. I am jealous. except I only ever wanted to play secret spies so I will only be REALLY jealous if you join an international ring of thrilling espionage.

and congrats on avoiding the poor house. now have a party so I can spy on it.

Posted by: didofoot on February 5, 2003 04:55 PM

Speaking of games, there's some Deadwood to be played. As well as some Devil Bunny Hates the Earth and Great Brain Robbery. But we won't play those. We'll just look at them. Admire their supple contours. But don't touch. NEVER touch.

Posted by: Jacob on February 6, 2003 04:42 PM

let's play!

Posted by: michele on February 6, 2003 06:02 PM

Perhaps this weekend? At a certain birthday?

Speaking of which, when/where is that?

Posted by: Jacob on February 7, 2003 10:37 AM

Spooky. About 2 minutes after I posted this your birthday reminder popped into my mailbox.

Posted by: Jacob on February 7, 2003 10:39 AM

and....i dunno if we can play cheap ass games inside 26...welll...i guess technically we could. but it's a little dark. maybe we could play at your new place on sunday afternoon? or monday after work?

Posted by: michele on February 7, 2003 10:40 AM

26 as in, 26 mix? damn. guess i'll be missing another round of festivities. count me as voting for games here instead of there.

Posted by: dianna on February 7, 2003 11:03 AM