So the company that is moving us is one of those 'full-service' moving companies. They move your stuff and they also pack your stuff. This is a great thing. Not only do they frown upon you packing anything, they pretty much insist that you leave it all to them. Most people would kill for this service, especially if it was free. Most people.
Newsflash: I'm not 'most people'.
I understand the company's stance. They want to pack EVERYTHING to cover their own asses. Makes perfect sense. If they leave some of it to you, who's to say what got packed safely and what didn't? These folks ask that you leave everything, from the dishes to the shoes to the double-ended-D-battery 'back massagers' out and ready for them to seal into their own boxes. I understand the policy completely. But that don't mean I like it.
There are 25 days until we hit the road. I should be DOING things. If I have a spare seven minutes, I should be packing a box. There are books to be packed. CDs. DVDs. They're all sitting on their shelves, taunting me. They should be tucked away. Bubble-wrapped. I should be taping crates. Clearing shelves. Cleaning newly cleared shelves. But I can't. And not only can't I do anything, I'm not allowed to do anything.
I must be the only person in the world who is driven crazy by a lack of work.
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No, there are lots of people like you. I'm not really one of them, though. My possessions are in random, disorganized piles around me, and I'm pretty alright with it. For now. Actually, fuck, it's driving me crazy...!!!
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