Moving Day: Hell on Earth
Ok perhaps I am going a little over the top, but yesterday, yours truly was not a happy camper at all. After a decent night of sleep in the new pad, I reflected on my day in hell. Sadly, if I learned about furnishing an apartment better, my moving experience may have been a little smoother.
I’m using hindsight, but the Mrs. and I should have utilized our weeks ahead better. The day of, we were scrambling like chickens without heads. Leading up to it, we were leisurely making boxes, taking nice drives to the new pad, dropping off items and just having a grand ole time. I was knee deep on my quest to crack 200K and blogging about my move. It made the pre-move enjoyable and took the edge off, but in a way, it made the actual move date excruciatingly painful.
I also underestimated the skill of the movers. We were trickling a handful of boxes a day. With their heavy duty equipment, they scooped up the same amount of boxes in minutes. They were so fast and efficient; we could barely keep up with them as we continued to stuff anything we could find in boxes. It was like a factory chain gang. I was making boxes. The Mrs. was stuffing them. I came by and taped them back up and the movers carted them away. More time should have been spent making boxes ready to go. Sadly, we ran out of boxes, too. This is a clear reminder to keep less junk because it is a pain to move and just eats up valuable real estate.
I believe people enjoy routines and don’t really appreciate change much. Yesterday all routines were thrown out the window. My usual 9 to 5, my blogging schedule (reading, commenting, forums), and even catching up with friends. In fact, I had no access to the internet except for some occasional email checking from my BlackBerry. All this left me uneasy and unbalanced throughout the day.
The occasional email, unfortunately, added fuel to the fire. Like I mentioned before, I’ve been dabbling with stocks. To be more disciplined and limit losses, I always implement stop loss orders with each buy. I ended up taking losses yesterday, making an already hairy day even worse.
To add salt to the wounds, my hands were unusually dry. I was staying hydrated by drinking water throughout the day, but should have used more lotion to soothe my splitting skin. Cracks and paper cuts led to some minor blood loss. It’s so bad that I’m actually struggling to type out this post.
Finally, the differences between you and your significant other really get exposed. Things can go from bad to worse real quick as everyone is physically drained, patience is thin, and tempers are running wild. We had little skirmishes, but thankfully we maintained our composure. All in all, it was not a good day for yours truly.
I felt like Riggs in Lethal Weapon. If you are under age or don’t like to watch torture, don’t view the clip below. I apologize if you were offended. But yesterday I felt like I was getting worked over by Mr. Joshua and Endo. I hope you understand. Thank you.
How do you deal when everything is stacked against you?