Friday moving story
Moving is done, whee!
I feel the need to post the experience here for posterity (I can't post it at my main journal at livejournal as far too many of my roommate's friends read it, you'll understand when you read the rest of this post.)
I do warn you, this promises to be long so you may want to skip over it, though there may be cookies at the end of it...
So, I took Thursday and Friday off in preparation for the move, which was to be Saturday though we had negotiated to have through Monday to complete it (a good thing, as it turns out)
Friday one of my roommates, we'll call him T arrived home. Now I'd had a bit of an issue with my roommates being rather ineffectual about packing and helping me get common areas ready to move. After a fair amount of nagging I gave up and resolved to point and laugh during the move when all my stuff was dealt with and they were still struggling.
I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right.
In reality I know I'm not quite that mean but that's another story. In any case T actually started doing stuff to get ready! I jumped in helped since I wanted to reward him for actually displaying some concern that we had to move all this crap the next day and we merrily packed away while wondering where the other roommate, we'll call him C, was.
C had been grouchy all week and had insisted he had a plan for moving that would make it go easy and efficiently. Given that he wouldn't TELL us his plan made me a bit dubious but he was grouchy enough that I just threw up my hands and let him have at it.
Anyway, C got home around 9 pm while we were going through packing and sorting T's cds that he had in the living room. He really didn't say much just collected a box and went out to the balcony where he proceeded to burn papers in the hibachi grill we were discarding.
For three hours.
We speculated during this time just how much paper that needed to be shredded/burned could one person have when they've only been in a place for two years. It was rather impressive. Why he couldn't, you know, pack stuff and burn shit later if he felt in the need of some cathartic pyromania the world will never know.
In any case, by the time he was done burning paper it was 11:30 and I retreated to my bedroom to get some sleep, knowing that moving would start exactly at 10:01 if we could possibly manage it...
I feel the need to post the experience here for posterity (I can't post it at my main journal at livejournal as far too many of my roommate's friends read it, you'll understand when you read the rest of this post.)
I do warn you, this promises to be long so you may want to skip over it, though there may be cookies at the end of it...
So, I took Thursday and Friday off in preparation for the move, which was to be Saturday though we had negotiated to have through Monday to complete it (a good thing, as it turns out)
Friday one of my roommates, we'll call him T arrived home. Now I'd had a bit of an issue with my roommates being rather ineffectual about packing and helping me get common areas ready to move. After a fair amount of nagging I gave up and resolved to point and laugh during the move when all my stuff was dealt with and they were still struggling.
I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right.
In reality I know I'm not quite that mean but that's another story. In any case T actually started doing stuff to get ready! I jumped in helped since I wanted to reward him for actually displaying some concern that we had to move all this crap the next day and we merrily packed away while wondering where the other roommate, we'll call him C, was.
C had been grouchy all week and had insisted he had a plan for moving that would make it go easy and efficiently. Given that he wouldn't TELL us his plan made me a bit dubious but he was grouchy enough that I just threw up my hands and let him have at it.
Anyway, C got home around 9 pm while we were going through packing and sorting T's cds that he had in the living room. He really didn't say much just collected a box and went out to the balcony where he proceeded to burn papers in the hibachi grill we were discarding.
For three hours.
We speculated during this time just how much paper that needed to be shredded/burned could one person have when they've only been in a place for two years. It was rather impressive. Why he couldn't, you know, pack stuff and burn shit later if he felt in the need of some cathartic pyromania the world will never know.
In any case, by the time he was done burning paper it was 11:30 and I retreated to my bedroom to get some sleep, knowing that moving would start exactly at 10:01 if we could possibly manage it...
posted by Herefox at 9:40 AM
2 Comments:
He *burned* paper? Is he in the CIA? Does he not have a shredder? I mean, isn't it against the law to set fire to things outdoors? Wow...
He was concerned that you can paste bits of paper together again to recreate the thing that was shredded. My roommate is occasionally large with the crazy.
And he was doing it in a grill so one supposes people just assumed he was having a very, very overactive grilling session I guess.
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