Tweet
My tweet:
"Moving day went like a Swiss watch so far. Two loads from the storage unit, and the workers finishing up the place today!"
My roommate's tweet:
"[CENSORED] today is moving day but apt is un-fucking-finished. And internet guy was an hour early."
(The "censored" is his.)
It's clear that we're having very different moving experiences. We've leased an apartment about 15 miles away, saving hundreds a month on rent and utilities. I know he's not sleeping well, because he keeps waking me up bumbling about the house at stupid o'clock, which eviscerates any sympathy I might have for him.
We had indicated that 2/23 was "move-in day," but that's more like "apartment availability day," since we don't have a truck until this weekend, when we haul all the furniture out of the old place. So I just headed out there before work with a carload of boxes, trying to empty out the storage unit before they charge me for March. I arrived to find a group of bewildered workmen startled to see me show up at the front door with a box, as they had yet to fix the sink or bring in the appliances. We pretty much just stayed out of each other's way while I unloaded the car.
Second trip, the workmen had gone to lunch, and I unloaded the boxes and walked through my new apartment, which is humongous ("Oo I'm putting my Comfy Chair there, and the telly goes there, and that'd be the perfect spot for my keyboards") and went downstairs to head to work, only to run into the Time-Warner Cable Man, an hour early for our appointment. My roommate was already on the way up, so once he was back in his truck fiddling with the wires on the outside of the house, I locked the apartment and went to work.
When I got to the office, I found his tweet.
As far as I'm concerned, everything's going great. We don't have to be out of the old apartment until March 1, the workmen have everything in hand, and the Internet is even hooked up already. As far as he's concerned, it's a shitshow; the apartment's not ready, nothing's on schedule, and LOOK AT ALL THIS CRAP I STILL HAVE TO PACK!!
He's got reason to be stressed; he did unexpectedly lose his job about three days after we signed the letter of intent to leave our current apartment, and his unemployment was a bugaboo the whole time we were looking for a new one. Moving and changing jobs; all he needs now is a divorce to have the top three stress-generating events all at once. I suppose it doesn't help that I adore the new apartment, and we're leaving the apartment that was his choice. (The new lease rate we were offered was appalling, and our lease conditions have been ridiculous for years anyway.)
So as far as he's concerned, he's reluctantly leaving his dream home to move into some dump fifteen miles out of town just to save a few bucks. And as far as I'm concerned, I'm bailing on that drafty old overpriced duplex to rent a massive three-bedroom downtown condo near a huge library and an awesome pizza joint.
Off the top of my head I can't think of anything to make this easier for him. But at least I can order him a great big pizza.
"Moving day went like a Swiss watch so far. Two loads from the storage unit, and the workers finishing up the place today!"
My roommate's tweet:
"[CENSORED] today is moving day but apt is un-fucking-finished. And internet guy was an hour early."
(The "censored" is his.)
It's clear that we're having very different moving experiences. We've leased an apartment about 15 miles away, saving hundreds a month on rent and utilities. I know he's not sleeping well, because he keeps waking me up bumbling about the house at stupid o'clock, which eviscerates any sympathy I might have for him.
We had indicated that 2/23 was "move-in day," but that's more like "apartment availability day," since we don't have a truck until this weekend, when we haul all the furniture out of the old place. So I just headed out there before work with a carload of boxes, trying to empty out the storage unit before they charge me for March. I arrived to find a group of bewildered workmen startled to see me show up at the front door with a box, as they had yet to fix the sink or bring in the appliances. We pretty much just stayed out of each other's way while I unloaded the car.
Second trip, the workmen had gone to lunch, and I unloaded the boxes and walked through my new apartment, which is humongous ("Oo I'm putting my Comfy Chair there, and the telly goes there, and that'd be the perfect spot for my keyboards") and went downstairs to head to work, only to run into the Time-Warner Cable Man, an hour early for our appointment. My roommate was already on the way up, so once he was back in his truck fiddling with the wires on the outside of the house, I locked the apartment and went to work.
When I got to the office, I found his tweet.
As far as I'm concerned, everything's going great. We don't have to be out of the old apartment until March 1, the workmen have everything in hand, and the Internet is even hooked up already. As far as he's concerned, it's a shitshow; the apartment's not ready, nothing's on schedule, and LOOK AT ALL THIS CRAP I STILL HAVE TO PACK!!
He's got reason to be stressed; he did unexpectedly lose his job about three days after we signed the letter of intent to leave our current apartment, and his unemployment was a bugaboo the whole time we were looking for a new one. Moving and changing jobs; all he needs now is a divorce to have the top three stress-generating events all at once. I suppose it doesn't help that I adore the new apartment, and we're leaving the apartment that was his choice. (The new lease rate we were offered was appalling, and our lease conditions have been ridiculous for years anyway.)
So as far as he's concerned, he's reluctantly leaving his dream home to move into some dump fifteen miles out of town just to save a few bucks. And as far as I'm concerned, I'm bailing on that drafty old overpriced duplex to rent a massive three-bedroom downtown condo near a huge library and an awesome pizza joint.
Off the top of my head I can't think of anything to make this easier for him. But at least I can order him a great big pizza.