|Date: Mon, 9 Sep 1996
From: Marcia Franzen <marcia@SICS.SE>
Subject: WHTUDOM I
To: Multiple recipients of list WORDS-L <WORDS-L@UGA.CC.UGA.EDU>
What Happened To Us During Our Move:
I got up early on the day the moving guys were going to pack our stuff to arrage a few things and get some cleaning done. I mean EARLY - 6am. I normally rise and shine at 11am.
At 10 the men arrive but it is only two and then one disappeared. It seemed that he was only dropping off the guy and packing material. Hmm...one guy. Well from what I had heard, these dudes move quick and we don't have THAT much stuff.
I fell asleep on the couch, despite heroic attempts to remain awake. Torkel dozed as well. When I awoke at 1:30, the guy had just come back from lunch and had only packed half the kitchen. What happened to lightning packing? At 3 he finshed the kitchen and packed the books. By this time Torkel was so irritated with this man that he sent him home.
We began to pack the rest. Becasue of a massive head cold the week before, the apartment wasn't as tidy as I would have liked, so packing got kinda complicated. I kept trying to tell Torkel that they wanted everything in these boxes and no small stuff roaming around. He didn't believe me and said if they wanted it packed, they'd have to do it. Whatever.
The next day we were up early again to finish the final touches. The moving men arrive and look like a bunch of yahoos that really hate their job ,save one really nice guy. I was vacuuming while they starting moving the cartons (not in their way, mind you) and I happened to shut off the vacuum just whne one of the guys was bitching about our shitty packing job. It this point, we regret sending Molasses Man home because he could just shrug his shoulders and say we sent him home and he didn't get the chance to pack. At one point one of the other movers commented in a theater whisper about how there was too much little shit still about. Just as the movers were finishing up, we noticed that they hadn't moved the washing machine. They got majorly pissed and asked us why we hadn't told them before. We had. Then they asked why we hadn't disconnected it. We didn't know we had to. Had to call the local super and disconnect the machine.
The stuff disappears and we have two hours to clean the apartment top to bottom before the inspector comes....
Date: Tue, 10 Sep 1996 10:40:28 +0200
Torkel and I hadn't done much cleaning so it was time to hustle. The doorbell rang way too soon for my taste. Oh well. The woman comes rushing in and begins to check things out. She claims to be in a big hurry and doesn't have time to check our cleaning but it looks like it will pass. However, she gives us a speech about how the apartment is supposed to be COMPLETELY EMPTY and ours isn't. Now mind you, what was left in the apartment? Three suitcases, two cats and two cat carriers and some cleaning supplies. I was too tired to care but Torkel told her flatly that we were moving today and there was no other way to arrange it. She protested a little and disappeared, reminding us that she approved it but if the other inspector comes and finds any dirt, that we could still be fined.
We go eat lunch, come back, get all the final things in order and drug the cats. This was the first time I have administered pills to any cat, despite the many cats I've had. We coated the pills with butter and down they went. Our cats are too stupid to protest. The taxi to take us to the airport came early. Torkel had to run and return the keys. The cab driver seemed pissed but we only left 3 minutes after we were supposed to.
The pills had kicked in, thank God because our cats get crazy during car trips, especially Poppe. He gave himself a big sore on his nose when we transported himto the vet from pressing his nose against the door of his carrier. We doze. It is a long ride to the airport...