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D Team

Moving is supposed to fun.  It’s supposed to be exciting.  It’s supposed to be a new adventure.  Moving is expected to be stressful, and hard-work, and long.  Moving is not expected to be your first experience with crack-heads you’ve entrusted with your belongings who fall down your steps and break one of your brother’s travel trinkets.  Where to begin (insert flashback waves)

Part of my signing on agreement with my new position is a moving allowance.  Even though all of my positions could fit in one room and I only moved 90 minutes away, I’d be a fool not to take advantage of that allowance and hire a moving company.  I looked up local movers, contacted a few, and picked one.  The company assured me they bring the sticky paper to cover the floors, padding for the walls and furniture, and would be finished in just a few hours.  They called a few days before to confirm the 8AM arrival time and how many large boxes I need.  I packed mostly everything myself but left the items in my closet for the large boxes and garment boxes.  I woke up at about 6:30 on moving day and packed the last minute items.  The movers call at 7:30 to say they’re running late and will be there at 10.  Okay, annoyed but no big deal.  Little snafus always happen.  Besides, that will give me time to eat a better breakfast.  10 comes and goes- no movers.  10:30, movers call.  They are on a road about 5 minutes away and are lost.  I prepared for this.  I knew this would happen.  My parent’s house doesn’t show up on most mapping systems so I gave them the intersection.  Did they use it?  No.  Why would they?  I give them directions on how to get there and expect them in a few.  11, no movers.  11:30, no movers.  12, no movers.  You get the idea.  FINALLY at 1 they come.  The whole time my mom and I are calling them non-stop.  Do they pick up?  Why would they?

Okay, new chapter.  Take a deep breath.  Yes, they may be here 5 hours late.  Yes, they may look like the company’s D team.  Yes, they may smell.  But they’re here and it’s moving day and NO ONE IS RUINING MOVING DAY.  After my mom has an awkward moment with them in the street which I was positive was going to result in them breaking a few of my items on “accident” we get them moving.  Did they bring the floor covers they said they would?  Of course not.  So the D team lays blankets everywhere.  Any idiot can see that this is not safe but I’m moving on.  Maybe the D team does know what they’re doing.  Maybe?

Oh those blankets.  Those damn blankets.  Why couldn’t the D team be prepared?  After moving along at a medium speed, the D team is almost done and I’m almost out the door.  Then the D team leader, the she-man (no lie) that goes by George and Michael interchangeably, the very one that told me they’d bring the sticky floor covers, falls down the stairs carrying a heavy box and slides into the foyer table and breaks a trinket.  Okay, lets analyze this.  D team leader George Michael should have brought the sticky covers.  Shim should have moved the foyer table in the very beginning.  And shim should have known those blankets were a bad idea.  And I can’t stop laughing at shim.  Worse, I have no sympathy.  I want to leeeeaaave.

Finally, at 3, we head out.  Now my Mom and I are no fools.  We know the D team will try to escape.  So we flank them; I’m in front and she is behind.  But the stupid northeast extension proves to be our Achilles heel and they escape as their truck putputs up the hill.  They call me and say they are getting off to get gas.  Okay, I know this is not going to end well.

4:30 and my mom and I arrive in Doodlehem.  The cable company is there as promised and ready to set me up.  While they’re doing that, my mom leaves to go grab us some grab and I wait for the movers.  And wait.  And wait.  And wait.

Come on now, I hope by this point you know what’s going to happen.

7 o’clock pm.  19:00 hours.  4 hours after we left.  They arrive.  AHHHHHH.  I just can’t process this anymore.  I barely even talk to them.  I grunt as they ask where things go.  Just get the hell out of my apartment you are making it smell bad.

And that’s all I can say for now.  I’m tired remembering this all.  End of the story?  Don’t hire Eastern Connection Movers.

still a damn taco

Hello my friends!  It’s been a while.  Sorry to my faithful four readers, but it’s been a bumpy ride!!

As most of you know I was promoted at work, packed up my crap, and moved to Doodlehem all in 2 weeks time.  Except for college, I’m living away from home and by myself for the first time ever and it’s 90% awesome, 5% scary, 2.5% lonely, and 2.5% whatevs-man.  I finally get to set my own eating schedule, walk around naked, and clean up when I want to.  It is totally all it’s cracked up to be but sometimes it’d be nice to walk in the door and have someone respond when I say “honey, I’m home” or “where’s my dinner!”  But on the other hand, I don’t have to worry about when everyone else wants to eat or feel bad that I’m not going to be home for chow time.  I can cook what I want without anyone else’s taste preferences in mind, but I have to cook everything!  There is no plate waiting for me in the fridge anymore!  And so today’s topic stems from all of those food thoughts… cooking for one.

The day I moved in my Mom came with me and ran to get us some dindin while we waited for the crack-head movers to arrive.  Being the genius that she is, she also dashed into the grocery store and picked us up a few snacks.  Momsy returned to the apartment with one crappy pizza (will not return there for food), a bag of Tostitos, a jar of salsa, a bag of Mexican cheese, one bottle of Pepsi, a box of Bisquick (for the next morning’s breakfast… during said breakfast we realized she forgot to get syrup), eggs, butter, milk, coffee, and other random items I can no longer remember.  Needless to say, she was a little overwhelmed rushing around the grocery store and bought one item for one meal and one item for another meal.  The only complete meal she returned with was the nachos which we scarffed down at midnight that night.  We had a good laugh about that.

The next day we ran errands to get some more essential items and went to the grocery store.  I am working sooo hard on keep a strict grocery budget (more on that later) and had to keep in mind during that first trip that I was going to be travelling the next week.  That trip was a tiny little cart and I got mostly things that I could eat over and over that week and wouldn’t spoil while I was away.  I don’t really count that trip since I went in blindly, with no meal planning, no circular, and no coupons.  One of the things we did plan was that evening’s dinner: linguine alfredo (we prefer it to linguine), spinach and peas.  That meal lasted me the entire week.  No joke; I ate that bad boy every single day that week for dinner.

I realized that’s my reality.  Cooking a meal and having the pleasure of enjoying that meal all week long.  Currently in my fridge are three meals I’m rotating through and I’m getting sick of it.  One good meal in rotation are my taco leftovers that I have ate as a traditional taco, nachos, and (my new fave) taco salad.  But at the end of the day, it’s still a damn taco.