Moving sucks

Did you know that? I wasn't sure.

So Joshie and I moved up the street on Monday. It was up there as one of my most painful moves ever. It was actually emotional pain rather than physical pain though as we hired movers. Or should I say "movers." No, they were movers, but you'd hardly think it to look at them. There's this company in Philly, Mambo Movers, and basically they are a bunch of artists, musicians, local hipsters (ok, they're all hipsters) who move people's stuff as a way to make $ while still doing what they want (art, music, hipster-ness). And, they are pretty cheap. So we hire them. They're supposed to show up at 9am. We are nervous b/c we reserved the elevator in our new place until 11am. Not a smart decision. Anyway, of course, they are late. I was waiting outside for them and there was actually another Mambo truck sitting in front of our building. Apparently, I learned all the Mambo guys (b/c I think it's all guys) stop by Whole Foods, pre-moving. So off that crew of 3 hipsters goes. Then I see more actually moving people...by this time it's 9:30am. So I ask them about our crew. Maybe that's their truck (a Ryder truck) outside of WF. I go in WF to harrass them and spot 3 hipsters outside of WF just eating their bananas, talking. So I ask them if they're Mambo guys. Of course they are. They hate me for interrupting their breakfast, but we only have the elevator until 11!

So they start moving our stuff. It takes until maybe 10:50am just to get our stuff out of our old place. Maybe 10:55am. Crap! Josh is waiting by the elevator at the new place. They get there and immediately get in a fight with the 11am elevator guy. Not a physical fight, though Josh thought that might happen. Anyway, this guy is crazy. He seems to agree to sharing the elevator for a while(he's moving out of the same floor we're moving in to, so it's actually kind of handy), but then he changes his mind and complains to the front desk and then he yells about people and then he threatens to call the cops on our movers and he just acts generally insane. So we have a few things in our new place but no where near all of our stuff. And I hide in our new apt. And I sit and rock back and forth imagining our movers just dumping all of our crap on the loading dock and having to move it in one box at a time (b/c of rules about using the regular people elevators, etc.) or maybe getting access to the freight elevator at midnight and then moving everything in. Or Josh getting punched in the face by the crazy guy or worse. Anyway, our movers kindly decide to go off the clock and take their lunch hour and hope that the guy calms down. I sit and rock for another hour. The guy did calm down, we did get all of our stuff in our place. I think the guy probably cost us an extra hour's worth of movers. Whatevs. We are all alive/not in jail/not physically assaulted/not kicked out of our new building. That's good. All in all, I was very proud of how Joshie handled the whole thing. I couldn't have imagined anyone dealing with it better than him. So calm, so reasonable.

Anyway, there's more annoying crap about our old management company going into our apt and starting to paint before we finished cleaning our apt/vacated it completely (and there being pee on the toilet seat I had just cleaned), but I won't get into it. Suffice it to say: moving sucks. And we have to do it all over again in August. Maybe I will have recovered by then. Or at least found all of my clothes. (I know that more shirts exist somewhere than are currently in my drawers.)

And now...the diss. Ewww. Puke.