move-in day

here i am entering my third month here at my apartment. things are going well (things could always be worse). since i last posted I have pretty much recovered from my financial hole i jumped into by dropping everything in michgan and moving here. i paid off my credit card which i maxed on plane tickets and initial costs (and have not used it since); i'm roughly one payment away from reimbursing my mom for her assistance when i thought i was going to move back to michigan. i was coasting with a nice nest egg in the bank - then JUNE hit. I had to cough up over 5K to move into my new place, rent a truck+gas, and taking a day off work.

Tony and I moved in over the course of 22 hours: that only includes literally grabbing everything from our old place and throwing it into the current apartment. move-in day was a day of hell.

we started off getting to truck rental around 9:30a when our reservation was for an hour prior. After waiting in line for 45 minutes we finally make it to the counter and go through the registration process. Tony did most of the talking since i was severely hung over from the night before. SO hung over i didn't remember not opting for insurance since everything was placed on my card. with a headache pounding like a linebacker the night after winning the state champs, i decided to let Tony do the driving. i wasn't worried about insurance since i had driven rental trucks and 8 wheelers in michigan many times without incident.

i was awakened from my coma by what sounded like grinding metal.

YES, Tony side swiped a utility truck in williamsburg.

"I think it was a stop sign," he says sheepishly as i glared at him like he slapped me with his dirty laundry, responding only "in the middle of the fucking street?"

we were approached by a burly carpenter exclaiming "YOU JUST TOOK OUT THE SIDE OF OUR TRUCK."
Panic sets in. I'm flooded with bank account numbers, phone calls, reversal of financial stability and I start thinking faster!
we parked the car and walked back a block to the car we clipped. I saw no broken glass, no indentations, and besides the cracked passenger rearview on OUR truck, we had no damage either. Turns out we only knocked their side mirror off its base and it cracked when it hit the ground no less. My heart rate returned to normal and my anxiety was replaced with irritation. It was noon and our sublet was driving in from DC, as we spoke.
Long story short the quasi-english speaking polish guy who apparently was responsible for the truck was sue Tony and I were planning to sue him.

FROM IRRITATION TO ANNOYED AD NAUSEUM.

I had to stop talking and let Tony handle it because i was hung over, sleepy, and hungry and in no mood to waste time. after the police came we filed a report and went on our way.
no we had to replace the cracked mirror somehow - we devised a plan. Earlier that morning, back at the rental place we had to switch trucks three times ultimately returning to the initial truck because the first had no sideview, the second was fully loaded, and the third had no a/c and not enough gas. so we decided to have them pop a sideview on the first so we didnt have to have the paper changed again. the trick was they replaced the driver's side. so we had to get the tools we needed, switch the mirrors and then drive back "because the mirror fell off while we were driving." the maintainance guy was not pleased. but we had it fixed, i grabbed some food and smartwater and we were on our way to start moving. the time was then 4:45p.

the following day, after relentlessly teasing Tony for his "mishap," i managed to clip the tail end of a car inappropriately parked too close to the corner as i was already making a wide turn into oncoming traffic in a busy two way avenue while rushing the truck back to the rental place after receiving harassing calls and getting into a swearing match with the bitch receptionist who threatened me because i was 30 mins late returning the truck when it took them an hour and 45 mins to get the truck to us after we signed for it (technically, should still have had an hour and 15 mins to return the truck). The owner of the car was much more aggreable then the williamsburg schmuck and i paid him $300 in damages and went on my way. I still frequent his diner and make sure i tip min. %40 out of guilt.

lesson to be learned: get insurance, because driving in ny is not like driving in michigan.

i capped off the move-in stint with 16hrs behind the bar, followed by another 12 hour stint the day after that, then a normal 8 hr shift the third day after. on tuesday, i slept.