I spent most of today waiting around for a grad student, Flakey McFlakerson, to come and buy some of my cheap-ass furniture. This is after a standup and three reschedulings in the last four days. And now some of my furniture is gone, but McFlakerson ended up not wanting the stuff I really wanted to get rid of, instead taking stuff that I kinda wanted to keep around and make myself comfortable with till the end of the month. But this person wanted to load up the car right then and there and I agreed, deciding that cash money in my hand and getting it all over with now would be worth it, especially considering all the flaking out that has gone on.
To top it all off, McFlakerson has optioned my final bookcase, but not definitively agreed to buy it. I have just cleared off the whole thing, leaving piles and stacks of stuff all over the living room, but since this person has not made up hir mind nor had room in the car, I don't know if zie will actually come get it, leaving me with piles that I should not lump back onto the bookcase.
*** News Flash: I fucking hate hir and zie. These words annoy the fuck out of me for some reason. It may be because my brain automatically corrects them to her and she but then goes, "wait, what?" I think we should just go to using "it" for all third person singular pronouns; fuck gender. This ends this News Flash. ***
I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be here --- I haven't given notice for my place yet as there's the teeniest snag we are waiting on up at the homestead for Operation Basement, and I want to make sure I don't leave myself sleeping on someone's floor with the cats in the kennel if things get messy. But, I can't pack any further. We have gotten down to the stuff I use regularly and it would be pointless to pack up. There's also the closets, but I don't want to bring more piles and clutter out into my living space. And most importantly, there's my living space, which was not bothering me when there were a few untidy piles of boxes but very soon I'm going to feel unsettled and unhappy in here.
I haven't packed any of my pictures and wall decor. How the hell does one pack that? Advice?
Oh, I did laundry today while waiting around. And I forced myself to go through my clothes and managed to cull a bag worth of stuff. I'll need to make myself do a couple more passes. I have this thing where my beloved favorite clothes I won't toss even after they get too worn out to really wear, and then I have all these clothes I don't like or that don't fit me well or that aren't comfortable (button-down shirts are a big one in this category. See my post about the potbelly) but I feel way too guilty to toss things I've only worn a couple times. As you can see, this means I'll need to make multiple attempts at culling. Remind me to clean the crap out of my trunk and put the donation pile in there.
And I haven't made moving-method plans yet. (Basically, packing boxes of books and cleaning stuff out makes me happy. It was like a tetris puzzle and I got to play with tape. All the stuff about moving that makes me (even more) anxious, I'm just not dealing with. Phone calls? Counting my money? Not even dealing with these yet.) I foresee moving company frustrations in my future.
My friend Cool Scientist Friend used abf-upack for moving to her postdoc. She loved it and said it was cheapest, and she got to fly to the new place and buy a used car instead of drive a uhaul across country. My friend who got the cute SLAC prof job and moved across the country used PODS and was very unhappy because the walls of the boxes are thin and her furniture got all banged up. I did some poking around the internets and guess what? Upack doesn't ship within states. Not even their little self-storage containers. Argh!
If I'd gotten those nice little permanent comp jobs, it would be no problem, nosirree. But moving across the state to my parents' means that I'll have to use PODS (pricey) or rent a truck/storage in Parent City, which was not my ideal. My dad has conceived the idea that he must drive down here and drive the uhaul truck for me back to Parent City. Have I mentioned that I am currently fighting him to have his driver's license revoked? He should not be tootling around town even; I am terrified of the thought of him behind the wheel of a big crazy truck. Upack or PODS means that I'm covered and can tell him I'm not even driving anything.
Eventually I'm going to look back into pricing stuff again. No rush. And once all my furniture is gone I wonder if I'll even have enough stuff to go in a POD or a truck. I probably have enough boxes of books that I could not use the trailer option. But I am not sure. Eh. *shrugs*
That's about all the news that's fit to print here, and some that's unfit besides.