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I was having a conversation with The 'Phile - and this is the sentence came out of his mouth.

So this post is to uncover the Wednesday - second day of moving.

Well.

I get up. After having gone to bed at about 2:30am, waking up at 7:00am seemed like I blinked. We drive to The 'Philes work. I offer to go get his breakfast at McDicks. I walk to the "restaurant" and order what he's instructed and I stand there staring at my change.
'Miss? Are you alright?'
'Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm moving today, yesterday - seems like forever.'
'Oh I see, take your time.'

See, telling people your moving when you are making an ass out of yourself seems to absolve you of your ass like behaviour.

So once I decipher what are quarters and what are nickels, I go back with the bag of crap my darling friend is about to consume. I ring the buzzer and wait. I notice on the bag? Dude is performing the Tree Pose and has 'I'm lovin' it' by his head. This right now is the funniest shit I have EVER seen.

I give the poison to The 'Phile and dude behind him says HI! and I am like hey, in my idon'tknowwhoyouare tone of voice. Later it turns out I actually know this guy, have had dinner with this guy, and totally sluffed him off. I am truly an ass. But in my defence I was totally caught up in the dude doing the Yoga. I even said 'Your disgusting breakfast is doing Yoga.'

...

I thought it was funny.

I get to my old place. It's now ten to nine. I get in gear. I am scrubbing, I am cleaning, I am vaccuuming, I am getting the place inspected, I am loading the car, I am turning in the keys, I am going back to the car, it's about ten after eleven... wait what's that, that wasn't there just 10 minutes ago was it?... what is that white slip in the windsheild?

OMG.


'Violation: Failure to obey sign. Street Cleaning from 8 -10am on Wednesday. 40 dollars. 30 if if paid within 14 days'.

My first ever parking ticket.

The sadness of this is even if I realized this sign existed? I wouldn't have been able to move the car to a different location. I was by myself, and I am not allowed by law to operate the vehicle, by myself.

So I cram that fucker into my pack and run to catch the seabus. Which I miss by a minute. So I eat sushi.

On the seabus going to the new place. Get off, walk up Granville. Hey, how come there are no buses? Oh, the streets are closed. Okay, well maybe a little further? I walk, and walk and walk and walk... I am about 2 blocks from the bridge entrance. Fine. Go up to Howe. Ah, there's the buses.

Wait for the 17. Thats the bus that goes to Oak. Right?
Wrong.

I wait and wait and wait. It comes. 'Do you go to Oak?'
No.
Go to Seymour and catch the 17 there.
Anger rising.
Do you go to Broadway?
Yes.
Good.

I walk from Broadway and Granville to Oak.

Get to my new place at ten after one. Yay. I get keys. I love it. I am happy. I go to Wonderbucks. I buy teatowels and dish rags. I pay. The cashier then speaks to me.
'I like your sweater'
'Huh? I am wearing a sweater?'
'Umm, the one with the birds on it?'
'Oh, yeah. I am wearing a sweater. Thanks. I am moving.'
'Oh, yeah? I totally understand.'
'Thanks.'

So, now I wander the city aimlessly. Wander wander... the phone rings. The 'Phile says meet him at a coffee shop on Main. I follow his instructions. It's 3:00pm (yeah, I wandered for a long time.) 20 minutes later we meet and we head to the place. We finally find parking, get food and check out the space. He likes it. We feast on food. We go back to the van and I am explaining how you have to go up Oak and turn into this alley behind the building. That's where we unload. Fine. We're just about there, and well hello bus. You've been in a fenderbender? You are blocking the entire entrance to the alley? Nice.
Finally, we get there. Unload. I make a ding in my plaster walls. I am sad. We carry on to return the van. We have blown through in 1 hour and some, all the stuff. We get out of there at 5:20ish. We've got an hour and fifteen to get to North Van. We are estactic. We drive. We want to turn down Main from Broadway. We pass through the street just before. Oh, you can't turn left on Main. Oh, three lanes of traffic must merge into one. We get through the intersection. it is now five to six.

We finally get to the U-Haul (on time, after gassing the thing up [26 dollars...]) return it, pay for it (78 dollars) and wait for the bus to pick up my ticketed car (30 dollars, if I get on it).

Its just 6:25 now. Buses not in service go by aplenty. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Finally at about ten to seven the bus comes and we get my car. Drive! Fill up (20 dollars)! Stall in the Gas Station. Wait a bagillion minutes! Start! Stop! Don't Start! Arrgh. I start to cry (2nd and last time)! Starts! Go home! We still have to unload car! But I don't care! We go out for dinner! We eat pizza! We congratulate each other for not fighting at all! Go to bed at 11:30!

Ugh.