It's 2am and I'm in my bedroom at my new home. I just finished another pack-and-move-run about a half hour ago. Got four in today. Well, three and a half. There was one in the middle of the day to go get some network hardware so that I could get online from here and do work.
Bleah.
SO frickin tired. Not allowed to sleep yet, tho. I've gotta finish up some files for a project. We're supposed to post final files tomorrow. When I've been here today—between moving runs from the old place, and while waiting for Comcast to wire us and for two furniture deliveries (In's out of town and Rowan just got back this afternoon, so I had to be here to sign and whatnot)—I've been working.
Once Ramon from Comcast hooked us up, I had to get crackin on the workywork. Ramon, by the way, was very focused on the job, but was cool with answering some of my pesky questions.
Are you supposed to tip the cable guy? What about delivery guys, who have to move big slabs of furniture...?
Once Ramon split, I had about an hour until I was supposed to expect a delivery. They gave a window, y'know? 12.30 to 4 or something.
Man, my fingertips feel... dry? Crunchy, a bit. I can feel the whorls as I rub them with my thumb. And so many hangnails, bleah! What is it I'm missing if I get hangnails? That's a vitamin thing, right? Probably something in green veggies. Or perhaps something that diet soda leeches out of me.
Anyhow, once the cable modem was up and running here, I went back to the old place to pick up enough of the network to set up wireless and get my laptop online so that I could jam on that workywork.
It was kinda nuts. I was telling Jessie via IM just a dozen minutes or so after I successfully got set up here and could check my work email and all... My bedroom was like that warehouse at the end of RAIDERS where they forklift away the Ark, y'know? But out of this cardboard, wood, and laundry basket labyrinth, I cleared enough room to assemble a desk, roll in a chair, make a path to my bed, and get online.
I realized that once I had a place to sleep and could get myself connected, almost all motivation for unpacking the rest of my stuff evaporated.
Allright, can't go on and on here.
I will add one more thing.
In the room that I'm calling my "office"—currently filled with assorted U-haul moving boxes, comic book boxes, some of which are actually holding comics, and lots of bins of wires and hardware—is a box with my miniature "talking" Psyduck. I know this because somewhere along the way, from my old room to this office, it was switched on. It's a little plastic Psyduck that "quacks" in reaction to loud sounds in the environment. So, I drop a box on another box in the office and I hear - Weah weah WEAH, Weah weah WEAH~
Poor Psyduck.
Keep on keepin on~
2 comments:
hey, just a heads up... West Elm furnishings finally opened up in the area. Me and the boy took a visit over there; their stuff looks exactly like they do in the catalog... not too expensive, not exactly high quality, but definitely slicker than the IKEA empire.
You better be turning your place into a swinging bachelor's pad AND be inviting us over or else we'll be toilet papering your place on MIschief Night (I'm assuming you know what Mischief Night is, being from Jersey and all that).
I vote for no tips for Cable Guys. When installation fees are at a minimum, $10, there's no need to tip. If I'm a bastard for saying that, then so be it...
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