MOVING…WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG?
Moving sucks. Not that I mind packing or unpacking…I have a freakish affinity for both of those activities. What I hate is paying someone to take my stuff, and trying to figure out whether they’re responsible, reputable movers who won’t destroy all of my possessions, or whether they’re scamming sketchwads who are out to screw me out of every penny I own.
My movers seem to be militant Israeli hipsters, if it’s possible to be a militant hipster. I don’t really care about what brand of cigarettes they smoke, or whether they have faux-hawks, as long as my they show up on time and honor their estimate.
My mom and I had planned to rent a car and drive to CA, in order to see the country and take a mini-vacation, but apparently car rental places are grievously inconvenienced if you want to pick-up and drop-off at different locations. I don’t really understand why that should result in me paying them an extra $1200, but hey, I’m just a customer. What do I know.
On top of everything else, I got called for jury duty. Yes. After 10 years in New York, I’m supposed to report to jury duty three days after I leave. Oh, the irony. I’m going to try for an excuse, claiming that on that date, I’ll probably be in jail, having flipped out and strangled my movers and the car rental people.
