Monday, October 01, 2007
Gah!
I have pictures to show you but, since I just recently moved, I cannot find my battery charger for my digital camera and that means that I cannot download the photos off of my camera and on to my computer to share with you.
I do not pack well when I move. Well, I should say, I pack well the first 3 or 4 boxes but then I get tired and bored and don’t feel like packing anymore and just wish I had a magic wand instead. Of course, that magic wand never appears so I decide that I’ll have a drink and wait for inspiration that also never comes.
Time passes and I have already finagled two friends to come over and help and having helped other people move in the past I know that it’s bullshit when you get to their old house and find one box packed and you have to help them pack so that you can get the whole damn thing over with in the first place and have that beer they promised you and I have not packed anything further than those 3 to 4 boxes. And those boxes are books. I’m very good at packing books. Because book packing is very easy. At least for me because I’m never the poor sucker who has to lift that box of books, I’m just the asshole who packs way too many into the biggest boxes I have. See, because I have never actually suffered the hernia or spine displacement by carrying one of the boxes of books I’ve packed, in my little mind I think, “Oooh! Big box + lots of books = I’ve made major progress!” Like I said, I can be a thoughtless asshole sometimes.
And by the time I’ve exhausted myself with book packing, one at a time, (they get heavy after awhile, did you know that?), I don’t feel like conquering anything else so now I have exactly one hour to throw everything else in a box and tape it up....ok, I lie, sometimes I don’t even bother with the tape because hello? I have ONE hour! Because I am lazy and whine a lot to myself and just want to be moved already so that I can sit down and have a drink. Is that so wrong?
So, because I’m not a completely thoughtless jerk, things that belong in the kitchen get mixed with things that belong in the bedroom, and so on. Then we get down to the tchotchke and oh my GOD isn’t this over yet? Why do I have so much crap?!? What is wrong with me?? Even when I give most of my belongings away to charity, I still end up with so much flippin’ stuff. At this point I’m embarrassed by the amount of boxes that I have and start stuffing things in to random containers just so that my friends do not think I’m strange and that, kids, is how I end up in a situation such as this one where I can’t find my battery charger for the camera so that I may show you some really cool photos.
Sigh. I’ll start looking for it right after I have a beer.
