5 September 2005(moved from Yahoo!360)- There is a reason why movers thrive in this city and the most important reason is that it is such an aggravating activity that you would rather cough up the atrocious cost than impose the same aggravation on yourself, and in an ideal society, your hapless friends. Since I was in an idealist bent this time, this move being possibly my last, and the first to be done without professional help, I embarked on this poorly planned event. With some coercion(okay, a lot) I was abe to get confirmations for help about four days from the day; Kiat (a cofellow from Malaysia who studied in Manila and married a Filipina), Jerome(a second year resident from Manila), Wesley( a Brit friend whom I offered a couple of months free stay as his lease is about to end and he's in between jobs), and Osama from work(yup, his name is Osama.)
The day started on a bad step as the U-Haul place we were picking the truck up from at 8:30am did not open until 10:30am as the dreadlocked manager partied all night(The night before they called on the cell to tell me a truck wasn't available but with a lot of complaining, they promised a truck at 8:30). Then came the issue of being a foreigner, then Kiat not having an out of state license, it was Murphy's Law in effect. We finally got moving at 11:30am, a full 3 hours behind schedule. We got to the apartment and finally hauled everything into the truck only to find out in the end, not everything was going to fit. I couldn't believe five years of living in this city had turned me into a packrat (Mama, i have become just like you!)
We got to Brooklyn at 6:30 and were joined by Lori and Sonny, friends from EL Nido Resorts who just moved to the US and live some five doors down the street, and Yang, another guy from work. We finished at *:30 and went to dinner. Never again, I swear to god.
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