December 30, 2006

  • My Brother Arrives, Family Moves, All is Hell.

    My little brother arrived at our house almost 12 hours late.  Stupid weather/airlines.  It's nice to see him again, and frankly, he's fucking huge.  I feel almost a head shorter than him now.  I am not sure if it was an illusion due to foot wear or posture or whatever, but I swear 1 year ago, I was only 1/4 inch shorter than him.  Now I'm looking up.

    We started officially moving today.  This entailed staying up all night before waiting for my brother to show up, horsing around with him for a few hours, packing some stuff, then starting the move at 8 am with no sleep.  The move is/was hell.  It has last all day into the evening, and, by the time I got called into work we were still packing up.  The bitch of it was that we are moving into a trailer that my uncle and his family were living in, so we had to pack their shit up, move them out, then finally move onto our stuff.  We start moving our stuff at noon.  That's how prepared he was. 

    Then, my other uncles new wife who was helping us move stuff really pissed me off.  I had never met her before today.  She brought this fucking gigantor dog to the move and let him out of  the car.  So, every time you had a montsrous desk or dresser or whatever in hand, the dog was fucking right there trying to trip you up.  Then, she was smoking in our house.  I hate the smell of cigarette smoke.  Do it in your own house.  Not mine.  I am already huffing and wheezing from the 11 degree weather and the exertion of moving two households.  I don't need your smelly ass smoke in the house I am moving into!

    My body is exhausted.  My hands are cramping up at work, as are my legs and arms.  The only thing that helps is continuing to type.  Keep those fingers warm!  They are going numb.  I don't want to lift another box again.  But, my car is sitting outside in the parking lot full of my most precious shit and I will have to unload it when I get off work. Also, that Christmas thing that was supposed to happen last night didn't. It was put off until tonight.  So, I officially missed Christmas.  Again.  And I was thinking earlier this evening that things can't get much worse.  Silly me.

    Looking at a different side of things, I can't be wholly mad I was called in.  The girl who I was called in to replace just found out her grandmother died tonight.  While I can't take solace in the fact that someone is having a shittier night than me in this case, I can look at the upside that for once in the last 6 months my job has actually called me in for a valid reason.  Glass is half full and all that. 

    I seriously wept like a baby when I hugged my brother before I left for work tonight.  He told me he would take care of my stuff and make sure everything got where it needed to go.  Happy Holidays.

    ashram