Is there a more soul-sucking activity in all of life? Even with the assistance of professional movers, the whole process is a real drag. Sure, I trust them to move the furniture, the appliances, and some of the electronics; but things like computers, the wine collection, the crystal and china, the stuff in the fridge, and our depraved collection of meep toys and such? No fuking way. So, there is still a ton of meep that we have to move ourselves.
As if that weren't a big enough pain in the meep, there are all the little tasks that need to be done in advance of moving day; transferring utilities, scheduling cable and internets installation, filing change of address forms with the Post Office. Then there's the endless parade of well-wishers from the neighborhood stopping by to give teary hugs, all chanting "Keep in touch!!". Fuk man, we're moving like 10 miles to the next town north, not to Saskatchewan. I'm busy, stay the fuk out of my hairdo and let me get my meep done already.
Then there is the unpacking, which I intend to start on as the movers are unloading meep into the new house. Why isn't there a sister service to the professional movers that will come to your new place and tidily unpack your meep? Cost be damned, it'd be money well spent.
So, tomorrow is moving day, and because Comcast is the laziest bunch of nigers I've ever had the displeasure of dealing with, it's going to be a few days without internets, Chez Clavis. I haven't done a site survey at our new house, but I'm hoping someone has an unsecured AP. Otherwise, I'll have to tote my laptop to the Starbucks. I can't go a single day without my little series of tubes.
Any last-minute moving suggestions?