As some of you may know, I'm moving from Cali to Colorado.
Back in Feb I drove my bus to CO to spend 3 weeks in a hotel working at the new data center and look for an apartment. 3 weeks.
Damn near every night my wife would call and pick fights. While it sucked, I wrote it off to the stress of moving and me being gone. But during that time she was supposed to be doing final goodbyes to friends and family, and start the packing process.
I flew back into town last Friday night. I walk into my apartment and find virtually NOTHING had been done. WTF?!?!?! All she did was unload our storage units into the apartment. Nothing was packed. The kids were all confused and scared about all the changes.
I spend the weekend saying my goodbyes, including one last trip to Huntington Beach. She gives me sh!t about wanting to visit some last people, having one last night out, etc. Keeps picking fights. Then gets mad if I want to go to bed at 10. We're supposed to start loading the truck today and I wanted an early start.
So at 8am this morning I'm up and packing, and she has the nerve to come out and yell at me for making noise. WTF? I'm doing what you should have been doing for the past 3 weeks!!!
This is not fun.
:|
UPDATE 3/15
Well... We made it. Finally.
The fighting was done for a while... Until we were loading the trailer.
Let's just say it's shifted into another plane of existence.
We used a company called "UPack". Basically they drop off a 28 foot trailer at your house, you load up, measure how much of the trailer you used, and away it goes. To go from Cali to Colo it was $95 a linear foot of trailer, minimum charge $1200. I spent the 3 weeks I was in Colorado telling her to get rid of sh!t so we could keep it under 12 feet. I had $1500 budgeted for the truck. That's all I could pull off. So we needed to think small.
One of our fights when I got back was about the amount of crap she wanted. It ended up being that only MY crap got left out. She was moving everything, including gardening tools for an apartment without a friggin garden! And insisted on me bringing my sponges (boogie boards). WTF? Where the hell am I going to use those. Whatever...
Her brother and her dad were "helping" us load the truck. It ended up being me doing all the grunt work. As we got close to 12 feet, and I saw we still had tons of stuff I started saying, "We need to start re-thinking what we're bringing. We're out of space." Both she and her brother were telling me to not worry about it. I figured they had worked out something together and weren't going to tell me about it.
I was wrong.
We get here in Colo after a really screwed up drive out (whole 'nuther story) and I'm about a grand short of getting the truck. I tell my wife this and her response? "Can't you get one of those payday advances or something?"
...
Oh. My. Friggin. God.
I was only half joking when I told her to let them keep the sh!t. Nothing in there is worth $2k. I wouldn't lose any sleep over having to go buy new clothes and furniture and such.
I can pull it off, but crap.
Oh, and to top it off... This morning on the way to my bus to go to work I slipped on some ice and fell flat on my back. I think I broke something and need to go to the doctor.
Go me.
Back in Feb I drove my bus to CO to spend 3 weeks in a hotel working at the new data center and look for an apartment. 3 weeks.
Damn near every night my wife would call and pick fights. While it sucked, I wrote it off to the stress of moving and me being gone. But during that time she was supposed to be doing final goodbyes to friends and family, and start the packing process.
I flew back into town last Friday night. I walk into my apartment and find virtually NOTHING had been done. WTF?!?!?! All she did was unload our storage units into the apartment. Nothing was packed. The kids were all confused and scared about all the changes.
I spend the weekend saying my goodbyes, including one last trip to Huntington Beach. She gives me sh!t about wanting to visit some last people, having one last night out, etc. Keeps picking fights. Then gets mad if I want to go to bed at 10. We're supposed to start loading the truck today and I wanted an early start.
So at 8am this morning I'm up and packing, and she has the nerve to come out and yell at me for making noise. WTF? I'm doing what you should have been doing for the past 3 weeks!!!
This is not fun.
:|
UPDATE 3/15
Well... We made it. Finally.
The fighting was done for a while... Until we were loading the trailer.
Let's just say it's shifted into another plane of existence.
We used a company called "UPack". Basically they drop off a 28 foot trailer at your house, you load up, measure how much of the trailer you used, and away it goes. To go from Cali to Colo it was $95 a linear foot of trailer, minimum charge $1200. I spent the 3 weeks I was in Colorado telling her to get rid of sh!t so we could keep it under 12 feet. I had $1500 budgeted for the truck. That's all I could pull off. So we needed to think small.
One of our fights when I got back was about the amount of crap she wanted. It ended up being that only MY crap got left out. She was moving everything, including gardening tools for an apartment without a friggin garden! And insisted on me bringing my sponges (boogie boards). WTF? Where the hell am I going to use those. Whatever...
Her brother and her dad were "helping" us load the truck. It ended up being me doing all the grunt work. As we got close to 12 feet, and I saw we still had tons of stuff I started saying, "We need to start re-thinking what we're bringing. We're out of space." Both she and her brother were telling me to not worry about it. I figured they had worked out something together and weren't going to tell me about it.
I was wrong.
We get here in Colo after a really screwed up drive out (whole 'nuther story) and I'm about a grand short of getting the truck. I tell my wife this and her response? "Can't you get one of those payday advances or something?"
...
Oh. My. Friggin. God.
I was only half joking when I told her to let them keep the sh!t. Nothing in there is worth $2k. I wouldn't lose any sleep over having to go buy new clothes and furniture and such.
I can pull it off, but crap.
Oh, and to top it off... This morning on the way to my bus to go to work I slipped on some ice and fell flat on my back. I think I broke something and need to go to the doctor.
Go me.
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