moving madness, part n

Yesterday morning I got back from my bike ride just in time to see someone from National Barricade put up temporary no-parking signs in front of my place. I checked the time on the barricades, and it's exactly the window that I asked for to move. Yay! The weird part was, dude also put them up on the other side of the street, which won't be necessary.

It occurred to me as I lay in my sleeping bag last night that maybe they put the barricades on the wrong block because I'm moving to a different block on a street with the same name. But when I got up this morning, the barricades on the other side of the street were gone. I rode over to the new place on FM Bike and saw that yes, there are barricades there as there should be. Whew! Because I don't have a vehicle at the moment that could carry those barricades.

Still no word on the certificate of occupancy. My agent is on top of it.

Things left to pack:

• the remainder of the bathroom
• the storage space, which I'm dreading
• my work computer and network gear
• fridge & freezer contents
• remaining everyday stuff

My back is a little sore, probably from applying plastic wrap to my dresser yesterday.

a kink in the ointment

[There is nothing kinky in this entry, and that makes me sad.]

Welp, I'm not closing tomorrow. The city hasn't done the inspection that's required of new construction. If I remember correctly, the inspector just didn't show up on Tuesday as promised, and then the inspector and seller missed each other yesterday. This wasn't my doing. I'm not entirely sure whose failure this was, but I'm certain it was neither mine nor my agent's.

"But SistaWendy," I hear you say, "You have movers scheduled for Saturday! The no-parking signs that the movers wanted are in place!" That's right, and that's why I just signed something to release the earnest money. My agent says the seller was a tad nervous about my putting a buttload of my stuff in what will still technically be their place without some kind of compensation, liability mumble mumble.

So that's three more days of sleeping on the floor and otherwise camping in my own apartment. I busted open three boxes to get more socks and underwear, then taped the boxes shut again. Upsides:

1. There's no pressure to pack the last minute stuff for the movers because I'll need the last minute stuff in the apartment until well after the movers are done.
2. I had the sense to give myself some overlap between when I have to get out of here and when I can get in the new place.
3. I can get lots of cleaning done once the apartment is empty without making a special trip back here.

I'll tell you what, though: I'm not doing any more packing for the rest of the evening. I'm on strike for better conditions. My back is unhappy in a couple of places. I told work that I'm taking tomorrow off for the closing anyway, so I have all of tomorrow to finish. It isn't as if there's anything else to do here.

Special to minim_calibre: I think you were right. It isn't the evil mildew that's making me cough and sneeze; it's a good old-fashioned cold like we used to get in the before times.

Oh: I'm going to have to keep my work laptop and networking gear here so the movers can move the desk I'm slumped in front of. Mayunn, blast and botheration. I guess time will tell if Comcast Xfinity actually switches me over to my new place as I told them to.