Moving Company

It's going to be very strange for me, eating my failure pile from my sadness bowl on the cold kitchen floor, for the next two weeks.

Happy Birthday, I'm 43.

Anyway, the movers showed up at 7:10 AM. Yeah, A f*@kin' M. When I received the call yesterday, the moving company assured me that they would show up between 8 AM and 10 AM. So I have no idea in what alternate universe 7:10 AM falls in between 8 AM and 10 AM, but friends, I stumbled into it today. I go to sleep in dimension A and wake up in dimension B, where the only difference is delivery/service personnel are 50 minutes earlier than the specified time frame, rather than 50 minutes later than the specified time window. I just pray that this means that the movers will be out of my house by the time I get home after work.

However, one good thing about the movers doing all of the work here... I get to go home for lunch, drink three beers in my front lawn while I watch them load my stuff. I think I had to initial that requirement on the contract I signed with the moving company.

__ 3c. The client then reserves the right to bark orders while drinking beer in the front lawn during the time in which the movers are hauling the clients crap out of the house and putting it on the trunk in the 95 degree July weather. It is required that the client will either be shirtless/wearing a wife beater/pant less/nekked.

I may even get surly and urinate on the neighbors dogs through the fence. I've always wanted to do that.

So, I have to live in the house for another two weeks (approx) without a single stick of furniture. I'll have an air mattress, my PC, the cat's litter box.

So yeah... eating dinner on the cold kitchen floor. Anybody feel sorry for me? Please?