Every single time I’ve had to move my home, it’s been a near catastrophe resulting in the end of at least one of my friendships. People don’t want to do manual labor, they want to party and have a good time. No one wants to wake up early on a Saturday to lug around someone else’s entire life from one place…to a truck/van/car/trailer and then drive…and then lug everything into the new place.
You always find out who your real friends are when you change your address.
People are lazy…
I get it…
I really do…
That being said, if I ask you to help me and you say you will and then you either A. don’t show up and can’t be bothered to pick up your phone or B. come up with some lame fucking excuse about “being sick” or “having other last minute plans” I’m going to be even more pissed off because that basically means that you’re lying…and I don’t have room in my life for liars.
I would so much rather people just be honest and say, “I can honestly think of a million different things that I’d rather be doing (including sleeping) other then schlepping boxes on the weekend,”
Now, with the 50 or so moves of friends and family that I’ve participated in, there are a few things that I think should be done before hand so that you can get things done as quickly as possible
If you ask me to help you move…that means that I’m helping you move boxes, furniture, large garbage bags, etc…
It does not mean that I’m down to help you pack up your apartment on the day that you’re supposed to be evacuating the premises.
That shit bugs me out.
You’ve got all the time in the world to wrap things up in newspaper and organize your boxes into piles and stuff….30 days at the very least….
If you don’t have your shit packed then as far as I’m concerned, you weren’t really looking for “help” you were looking for someone to do the grunt work for you.
One of my old friends had to move with 5 days notice…he packed up an entire HOUSE…not an apartment or a room…but a three bedroom HOUSE in 5 nights because he was still working during the day.
It can be done.
You just have to suck it up and do it so that you can get onto the good stuff.
I’m moving my best friend in with his girl this Saturday. The last time I moved, I stopped talking to him for two and a half years because of the lame ass shit that he pulled.
He sent me a text last night asking me to bring boxes with me and I responded by saying that I am helping him MOVE the boxes…not pack them…and that if he wanted boxes, he could come pick them up BEFORE Saturday because I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend Saturday away from my writing responsibilities and knee deep in newspaper wrapping glasses up because they couldn’t be bothered to do so in the last 45 days. He also doesn’t work at the moment so it’s not like he doesn’t have the time…he just doesn’t have the motivation and lack of boxes is a bullshit excuse.
This is probably going to be a very interesting weekend.
I feel like I’ve learned that not everyone understands how to efficiently move a house perhaps because they have never moved.
We didn’t finish.
I’d say they are about half way through with everything that has to be done. They asked me to help again today (Sunday, the day after the move) but I told them that I had deadlines to worry about and wasn’t able to spend two full days of my weekend with their cause.