So for anyone who might be wondering how my move went, and more specifically what I've been up to for the past three weeks. Here's the deal:

Thursday, May 3rd: My move in date is set for Friday May 11th. However, I find out that it's a friend's graduation on that day so I call the new apartment complex to see if I can move in on the 10th instead. "Fine", they say. I set up my utilities to be turned in at the new place on the 9th.

Saturday, May 5th: I call to confirm the move in date. "Oh wait", they say "the guy that was supposed to have already moved out hasn't. So you can't move into that apartment, how bout you take a differen't one?" "Sure", I say. They give me my new address.

I call the new utility company to request that they turn on the service in the new place instead. "We can't do that", they say. "It's already been scheduled. We'll have to turn on the service as planned. Then turn it off again. Then charge you a termination fee. Then turn it on in the new place."......"WHAT?!?!?!", I say. 40 minutes and a heated conversation with the floor manager later I decide to pay they're termination fee and take my business elsewhere, you know to a sane company.

Monday, May 7th: I call a bazillion credit card, bank, magazine and other random business people as well as a ton of family and friends to give them my new, new address. I confirm plans with like six people to help me move on the 11th (I'm moving in on the 10th, but I'm just taking the little stuff and getting everything in order by myself the first day, then after my friend's graduation the plan is to get a bunch of people together and go move all the furniture).

Wednesday, May 9th: I wake up after a full night's sleep, and have breakfast and lunch. Wednesday evening/night I spend frantically packing.

Thursday, May 10th: I take load after load of boxes and small furniture to the new place. I eat nothing and don't sleep at all, all day. Late Thursday night/friday morning I get stuck in an incredibly strong rain storm while unloading my final load of the day and end up moving the last load drenched to the bone.

Friday, May 11th: Still no sleep or food for going on 48 hours. I finally catch a quick meal after my friend's graduation at the celebritory lunch. It turns out that ALL the people except my friend Brian end up NOT being able to help me move for various reasons (unexpect graduation plans, unexpect birthday plans, unexpected getting called into work plans, unexpected "hey wait, I've gotta move outta my dorm on the same day too" plans. :wacko: ). To make matters worse given the graduation plans, and other festivities, and because I don't say no to friends, I end up fairying carless friends from activity to activity

Finally, Brian and I go to pick up the U-haul, and I leave my truck parked on a side street. We load everything up, take it to the new place and...oh wait, I have covered parking and the truck's to big to fit. There are no other spots, I MUST park it along the fence, illegally, while we go get food (Brian's hungry, and darn it if that one meal at lunch hadn't piqued my appetite for dinner).

So we get back and guess what? The U-haul WON'T START. Won't even TRY to start. I ask three people for a jump. Two don't have jumper cables (mine are burried in some box). The third tries to give me a jump only to discover that the batteries aren't compatible or something *shrug*. He suggests a call U-Haul and have them come and fix it. A fine idea...only I can't find my renting contract. Brian suggest looking on the truck for a number to call. After several minutes we find said number on dashboard. I call U-Haul..."oh, you won't the info found on my renting contract." After a lot of barganing and hoop-jumping they agree to send someone the next day at 8:30 am.

We unload a bit more and decide to walk to the nearest convenience store (about a mile or so away), for toothpaste, since after all Brian is stranded for the night and as it turns out my toothpaste is still at the old apartment. We return, decide to take in another load but..."oh wait! The U-haul is GONE" Aparently they get ticked off and tow you if you park illegally...even if there is NO WHERE else to park AND you can't move the F*#()&^% think anyway since it won't start.

I call the towing people, they have the truck, but they won't release it to me without a hefty fee and of course the...yeah you guessed it...RENTAL CONTRACT. So as it stands I have no transportation to get to the towing place, they won't let me pay the fee to get the stupid thing out without the rental contract that I don't have...AND assuming I could work all this other stuff out, the truck presumably STILL won't start. Oh yeah and half my stuff is still trapped in the truck. Can you say pile of exhausted, wreckage curled up on the floor?

Saturday, May 12th: After alot of stress, money, time, and effort I get these problems resolved, we unload the rest of the stuff, have lunch, and I take Brian home. Now all I have to do is take the final load of stuff over in the back of my truck. Sounds simple right? Well it got even simpler since I loaded TWO end tables and unloaded only ONE. The other one disappeared somewhere in transit.

SO, Saturday night I do what any sensible person would do: take an incredibly long bath and get drunk out of my mind.

Sunday, May 13th AKA Mother's Day: Turns out in all the confusion and chaos I completely lost track of the days and guess what? I was supposed to be at work. Didn't go obviously since I didn't even realize it was Sunday and I was supposed to be there until after my shift would have ended.

Monday, May 14th: I go into work and learn that two other people have already gotten fired for not showing up the day before. I tell my story. I don't get fired, or even officially repremanded. Yay for sympathy, favouritism, and special treatment!

Wednesday, May 16th: I agree to go with some co-workers to an underwear party at this club. I get drunk, and by sheer will-power resist the urge to try to seduce my equally drunk, completely adorable and sweet, but sadly straight, co-worker (AKA a desire to see him in just his boxers is the reason I agreed to go out tonight...and I certainly wasn't disappointed ).

Thursday, May 17th: It's one of my closest friends' birthday, so me and her girlfriend show up at work with gifts to surprise her. I finish all my unpacking/putting away.

Friday, May 18th: I get to meet Matty (GA's very own Matthew) at the airport during his lay over in Houston. . We meant to take pictures...didn't. Had fun strolling around a still closed mall, chatting, and grabbing brunch.

Saturday, May 19th: I'm supposed to meet with birthday friend from last week for a belated birthday celebration. I can't because I have to work.

Sunday, May 20th: Given all the stress from the previous weeks, I'm plain worn-out, and a tad...sad. A coworker comments that I "look tired". I realize that it's the uncharacteristic, deflated, low-level sadness that characterizes my face that's actually being commented on since actually I'm not "tired" in the literal sense.

Monday, May 21st: I finish all my backed up laundry, excercise ALOT, think ALOT, hang out with friends and play board games, and all around feel better.

Tuesday, May 22nd: I leave work very early, recieve two tentative leads for a new job (something I really want!), catch up with a couple of old friends, and all around return to normal. I also get a mysterious text message from an unknown number, respond to said message explaining that I don't have this number and Lo and Behold if it isn't my old friend, FIRST Houston friend, Brad, whom, I lost touch with after he moved to Dallas for school and then my phone died and I lost all my numbers. We're gonna hang out sometime soon while he's in town

And there you have it, what I've been up to since my last update.