Friday, August 1, 2008

My stuff has arrived...

It’s about 7:30 p.m., I’ve had a half bottle of wine and I’m surrounded by boxes of crap I should’ve gotten rid of ages ago. Life is interesting if nothing else.

My movers arrived at about 8 a.m. this morning and stayed until about noon. I felt like such an ass. I live on the fourth floor and they had to carry all sorts of awkward boxes up the spiral staircase from hell. There were only three movers – 2 men and one woman (what a trooper). It had to be at least 90 degrees outside and they were literally dripping sweat onto my furniture and boxes. One of the guys actually had to change his shirt because it was clinging to his body.

I felt terrible, but there’s not much you can do at that point. I just kept forcing water down their throats to keep them hydrated. I think they only took one break the entire time. Their legs must be made of steel. Maybe I should look into becoming a part-time mover…

So now I’m surrounded by boxes and mismatched furniture. I’ve started stacking things in my storage closet, much like a game of Tetris. Everything has to be turned just the right way so everything else will fit. Unfortunately, I’ve stashed a box in there that shouldn’t be there.

You see, I packed two weird rectangle boxes with a weird green trim. One has stuff for good will; another has kitchen stuff (I think). Being lazy, or at the very least inattentive, I shoved one of the “green” boxes at the back of the storage closet thinking it was the donation box (which makes no sense anyway). Of course, it wasn’t.

And naturally, I didn’t figure this out until after I had shoved a number of totes and tables ect. in front of said box. Faced with this dilemma, I decided what any full-blooded American would decide – eff it. The box can freakin stay there. If I need to buy replacement stuff, so be it. That box is the least of my concerns. I need to worry about the rest of the crap all over my apartment, namely the crap all over my bed. I can’t even see it at this point. I know it’s there, but I couldn’t even tell you the color of the sheets. Your guess is as good as mine.

So being the complainer that I am, I mentioned this to Jughead during our chat session. He pointed out that when he moved into his apartment he opened a bottle of wine and kind of chillaxed while he unpacked. Good call, Juggie. Good call.

I decided to open a Riesling I’ve had in my fridge for about three weeks. I’ve been waiting to get a corkscrew, but as it turns out, it’s a screw top. I’ll be damned.

Now I know it sounds cheap (and it was – only about 3 Euros I think), but its fabulous wine. And I should know, seeing as I’ve already had half a bottle.

Which leads me to the here and now. I’m chillaxing on my striped love seat (that matches absolutely nothing in my apartment) and sipping on my white wine. I should probably get up and clear off my bed so I can get some rest, but I’m relatively comfortable where I am. Maybe I’ll pull a Homer and develop my own personal ass groove.

Ah and for those of you that were concerned, all of my stuff made it into the apartment. There was a brief scare when my box spring got stuck in the stairwell, but the guys made it work. They were almost home-free at that point and I doubt they wanted to drag it down the stairs any more than they wanted to wedge it the last few feet. Bless them.

Alright, I suppose I should continue unpacking my “treasures”.

PS – the paintings I ordered on eBay also came in today. They are absolutely fabulous and they couldn’t have had any better timing. Although I’m sure the delivery guy was curious as to why I had sweat dripping from my face (hey, it’s hot!). Maybe he just thought I was out of shape (a valid option).


Monday, July 28, 2008

Geez, it's been a couple of weeks now...

So I’ve been a total slacker when it comes posting entries on my blog. I need get my act together! As always, there are lots of things going on across the pond.

I found out last week that my household goods are finally here! I’m working with the transportation people to set up a date for my furniture to be delivered. I’m totally stoked except for one small drawback…

As it turns out, if the movers can’t get my furniture up my spiral staircase they’re going to leave my furniture in the street. Yep, you read right, in the street.

Apparently, they’re under no obligation to make your furniture fit in your apartment. They’re also under no obligation to take your furniture back to storage, to the dumpster or anywhere else for that matter.

My only real concern is about my box spring and my couch. I think everything else will fit. Fingers crossed. One lady said she sawed her box spring in half and then put it back together. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?

Work is going relatively well. I’m still working long hours (this Saturday I worked 8 hours), but I’m starting to feel more comfortable with my job role. I’m hoping that by the end of the year I’ll have more of a routine down. Although, given my line of work, routines aren’t very common. You never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Shortage of vaccines? Maybe. Stars and Stripes banging down my door? Could happen. My boss wants me to re-vamp the entire web program in the next four hours? Okay, unlikely, but still possible.

I guess it’s kind of a double-edged sword. Even though I’d like a routine to a certain degree, part of what I love most about my job is that you never know what’s going to happen. Keeps you on your toes – and it’s definitely not boring.

I guess what I should say is that I hope by the end of the year I’ll be comfortable performing all of my job duties. Yeah, maybe that’s better.

On a completely unrelated note, I saw Dark Knight this weekend. I’m sure it wasn’t the same viewing experience all of you had since I saw it at the theater on post. This translates into regular seating, a small screen, bad audio and lots of screaming babies. But hey, it wasn’t even 5 bucks to get in!

Anyway, the movie was fantastic. I love Christian Bale, but Heath Ledger stole the show. I kept trying to picture him from 10 Things I Hate About You or A Knight’s Tale, but he was completely lost in the role. You’ve got to see it to believe it. Everyone else in the film was irrelevant. Bat what? Bat who?

Yesterday was a lazy day by anyone’s standards. I did some laundry, finished up the alumnae newsletter (finally!) and “lounged”. Amy dragged me out for dinner, but I had already eaten so I went with a liquid meal – i.e. a half liter of beer.

Good times.

Now I’m going to try and be disciplined and do my Pilates.