[ol][li]The No Naked Mommy Rule. The old apartment was a two bedroom floor-thru. That meant that the for four of us (me, my husband and my two kids), privacy was just a nice thought. Add to this my daily home-from-work ritual of removing first my shoes, then my pants and last my shirt. Ahhhhh. [/li]
My kids corralled me and gave me a good talking to and laid down the law. The new place has a room for everyone plus a large common area. No Naked Mommy in the common areas. I hate this rule.
[li]Boiled Mommy. I go to take my first bath in the new tub at our new place. I like hot baths and a turn the mono-handled faucet on the third red triangle, bypassing all the blue triangles. Whoa, a little too hot, lemme put it down to the second red triangle. Hey, that doesn’t seem to be getting any cooler-- I quickly turn it to the fourth blue triangle-- as cold as the water can get.[/li]
Holy shit! I’m boiling. What the fu. . … They put the lable on the faucet backwards. HOT HOT HOT!!!. Stupid wrongly labled faucet.
[li]Mommy vs Cable.[/li]5/19 3pm
Me: I’m calling to confirm my appointment for tomorrow between 8am and 12 noon tomorrow.
Cable: Yes, that is correct.
5/20 8am
Cable: We’re calling to confirm your appointment today for between 8 and 12.
Me: I’ll be here all day.
5/20 12:06pm
Cable: This message is for Biggirl. It is after 12–Sorry to have missed you. Please make a new appointment-- call us at 718. . .
Me: Wait. . . don’t hang up! What do you mean “Sorry we missed you?” You couldn’t have missed me. I’ve been sitting here all day long. I took off from work to sit here all day long. There’s a big old Verison truck right outside with the telephone guy installing my crap. The guy didn’t even ring the bell!
Cable:I’ll call and see if we can’t get the technician back. Hold on . … . . (10 minutes later). OK Mrs. Biggirl. The technician should be between 1pm and 7pm.
5/20 6:40pm
Cable:Hello Mrs. Biggirl? Did anyone call to tell you that the technician had a personal emergency?
Me:Besides you right now? No.
Cable:Yes. He had an emergency and had to go home. He’ll be at you’re place tomorrow, I hope that’s all right.
Me:Do I have a choice? I’ve already taken a day off from work.
Cable: You’ll be the first appointment. The technician should be there by 8 sharp. You’ll make it to work by 11 the latest.
5/21 10am
Me: I’m calling to confirm my appointment for 8AM!!!
Cable: Yes, the technician should be there between 1 and 7pm.
Fucking bastards. But. . . I love my broadband connection.
Mommy vs The DarknessWhere’s the light switch. Where’s the light switch? Ouch! Damn! Where the fuck is the light switch![/ol]
I can’t believe you failed to mention the horrors that are Packing and Unpacking. These evil twins haunt my dreams even when I have no immediate plans to move.
You must have Time-Warner. Next time, skip the installation if the outlets are already in the apartment and just go for self-installation. Roomie and I did it for both digital cable and cable internet last year, and it worked perfectly. We went down to the office on 5th Ave, picked up the stuff, took it home, screamed at each other a lot, and by 3 PM, had digital cable and high speed internet. Woohoo!
Good luck in the new place! Of course, the whole ‘no naked’ thing sucks. That’s the one thing I hate about living with my parents…I can’t walk around naked anymore or sleep naked. I can’t wait to move in with my boyfriend.
Still packing and unpacking. We have until the 1st to be out of the old place. It doesn’t look like we’re gonna make it.
How did you know avabeth? We couldn’t have installed it ourselves even if we were so inclined. The building was abandoned for so long that Verison didn’t even have it in their grid. The only outlets we had were electric ones.
I just saw the 718 - and remembered the hassle that we had with our Time Warner when we first got cable installed - had to be a correlation. TW is not my favorite company in the world, but Road Runner was good:). It did go down a couple of times in the nine months that I had it, but it was usually lightning fast.
And that makes sense - I didn’t even think that you might not already have connections. When we first moved into our building, it had just been renovated so everything had to be installed there, too.
I know what you mean. My parents live with me. I hate that I have to put on a bathrobe just to go from the shower to the bedroom and it is only 3 feet. But the idea of my dad seeing me naked is not something I even want to have. Ick! Plus dad may not go naked. I saw him once naked and still have trouble eating cause of it.
I simply cannot believe you were able to limit your list to only four reasons. Even in-town moves have at least a hundred reasons they suck ass. Interstate moves have about 5,000,000 reasons they suck ass, including interstate trips to find a place to live, further trips to get all the paperwork in order, making arrangements to get the moving van and all the appropriate personal vehicles to the new state, job hunting, finding new doctors, restaurants and stores to patronize…
Like I said to my boss a few weeks ago, “Well, the weather sucks, we’re short-staffed, and all our patients are train wrecks with bitchy owners, but it could always be worse. We could be moving.” The sad part is, she agreed with me right off the bat.
I’ve helped move at least a dozen people out of - and, subsequently, into - different abodes, and I only have one, count it, ONE complaint:
Heavy furniture.
Stay away from gigantic oak dressers, people. Sure, they look impressive, especially when they’ve squashed me flat after sliding uncontrollably down the stairs with me on the receiving end.
At least everyone’s paid me handsomely for my efforts.
Anyway… enjoy the new place, Biggirl. I hope you purchase as much inflatable furniture as possible.
I’m moving house at the end of june (my first step on the property ladder) and as much as I’m looking forward to buying a house for me instead of for my fucking landlord, I am not looking forward to moving. When renting the place I am at now I made the mistake of buying 2 double beds and a fridge freezer… I used to be able to move with only my own car and a few boxes sigh
God, I hate moving. The frantic loading, the unloading, the sore muscles. And I’m dreading moving again, cause when we moved in to this apartment, we had about a quarter of the crap that we have now. Every time I buy something big, like furniture, I go “Oh, crap, I’m going to have to move that some day.”
Yeah, with the number of times I’ve moved I have a great way of paying the guys who help me – I buy the gas, I order pizzas in when we’re done, I provide as much soda as they want, and I help THEM move next time.
Happily, I am not a useless nellie when it comes to moving my own furniture. I’m stronger than some of my guy friends.
We haven’t got to the moving of the big things yet. We had our new (Ikea-- light and in little pieces) furniture delivered to the new place. We have been trying very, very hard to get The Salvation Army or Goodwill to come pick up our old (still very good) furniture.
It seems that the charities do not like moving either. They will gladly take the three rooms of MASSIVE OAKEN FURNITURE (spoofe is absolutely right about big furniture) but they won’t pick it up.
There is no choice in the matter. We are going to have to hire some big, big guys to move our MASSIVE OAKEN FURNITURE down four flights-- no, of course there is no elevator-- of very tightly wound stairs.
Hey NY Dopers-- anybody want some really pretty but MASSIVE OAKEN FURNITURE for free? Alls ya gotta do is pick it up and move it yourself.
I hear ya, Biggirl. I have a MASSIVE OAKEN bed, two dressers, night table, and end table. I have a MASSIVE CEDAR CHEST, which I think I’m going to leave at my folks’ place. Now, I’m moving all the MASSIV – well, you get it – stuff out of a one-story ranch house, which won’t prove much of a problem since I’m gonna get a furniture dolly…
…but I’m moving it into a third-story apartment. Argh.
Luckily, the landings in this complex are HUGE. We could fit most of my furniture onto one of them.
The stuff isn’t too heavy once I take the drawers out, anyway…a lot for two people to lift, but it’s only temporary. I’d just better be damn sure I put it where I want it to stay.
*Well, I got tired of packin’ and unpackin’ . . .
Town to town, up and down the dial . . .
Maybe you and me were never meant to be . . .
But baby think of me once in awhile . . . *
Sweet Jesus, tell me about it. We went from a ground-level to one floor up in the air. Fortunately, our dolly had tank treads on the back, so we could lean the damn thing and drag it up the stairs. It still sucks.
I am trying not to think about the moving process. I love the living someplace new part, but God I hate moving. And there’s a chance I’m going to be moving overseas in the next few months…we had DAMN WELL BETTER get packers!!!
