Lyndis
08-12-2005, 09:02 PM
The following describes my experiences in my move to Florida.
Well, what a stressful trip this has been. My dad claimed to run out of room in the vehicles. We had two pet carriers for the cats - one was too small, and the other one was a pain in the ass to open and close. We managed to get Piccolo into the latter carrier, but Sukie just had to sit in the car like a dog. We even had leashes for the cats.
The drive itself wasn't too bad. The cats were too terrified to move, so they dug themselves as low as they could underneath our stuff. They could squeeze into even the tightest places. We tried to let the cats out to exercise or relieve themselves, but we could only get Piccolo out. Sukie was just dug in too deep. Piccolo was too scared to do anything anyway, especially with all those dogs around. So he just hid in the grass as well as he could. From that point, we decided it was a waste of time to drag the cats out at the rest stops.
We made several stops for gas and lunch and then decided to stop for the night at an old hotel. I was really hoping that we wouldn't have to do that, but my mom felt worse about letting me drive. The cats hid under the beds at first, but Sukie eventually came out. Piccolo continued to hide like a scaredy cat. I slept pretty good that night, thanks to a nighttime pain reliever, but my parents had a rough time. I had no idea how bad it was for them, but the way my dad described it was hilarious. To describe my mom's tossing and turning, he put one hand on top of the other, and just flapped it back and forth. He then mentioned hearing the motorcycle gang downstairs, and the ringing of the tiny bell of Sukie's collar. He then talked about how they started talking to each other, and that's what woke me up. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but this is how Dad described it:
Mom: “What time is it?”
Dad: “1:30.”
Mom: “Is Shoney's open yet?”
Dad: “No, they open at six.”
Mom: “What time is it?”
Dad: “3:15.”
Mom: “Is Shoney's open yet?”
And it went on from there.
We set out again the next morning. The cats did more crawling around as well as hiding within the deepest spaces in our load. We finally arrived just after 1 p.m. When we entered the house I would be living in, my dad's first comment was, “Smells like ass.” And he was right; it smelled pretty bad. The carpet was filthy, there was mold on the ceiling, and there were several dead things on the floor that resembled brown beetles or roaches. And it was hot as hell to boot. Luckily, the electricity had been turned on, so we turned on the AC. Since it was a big place, it didn't seem to help at all, especially since we were working to scrub the walls and the carpet. Additionally, the bathrooms were a mess, several bulbs were broken. Oh yeah, we found a few more of the “dead things” in the shower, too. Those big bugs scare the hell out of me, dead or alive.
There were several pieces of furniture in the house that the previous tenants had left behind. The most interesting of which is called a “credenza” (sp?). At first glance, it looks like an ordinary four-door cabinet. But open it up, and it folds out into a computer desk with plenty of shelves to create an office. And you know what else? There was even a computer inside. =) Of course, I wouldn't dare believe that the thing actually works. Otherwise, the tenants wouldn't have left it here. So we had to move it in order to hook up my computer.
There was also a couch left behind, with a busted foot rest and a missing arm. And then there was a matching lounge chair. Apparently, its foot rest was also broken as well; the lever was missing, replaced with a monkey wrench. It was also leaned to the side, so I had no intention of keeping that thing. It kinda makes you wonder, what exactly do the people do with this furniture?
As for actually living here, I slept on the couch, although it was slightly uncomfortable. But it was only for one night, as I knew my grandmother had a real bed for me. My dad brought in the spare bed, and it had its own luxurious covers. I was quite comfortable in it. We got my TV hooked up, as well as my DVD/VCR combo and my PS2. But when I went to hook up my Gamecube, there was a very important piece missing. “Where the hell is the power cord?” I wondered. I searched all of the boxes, but there was just no sign of it. And I could have SWORN that I packed all of my cords. So I don't understand what happened to it. I guess my choices are to buy a new one, or wait until my family gets back up to my old room and see if I really did leave it behind.
The cats are beginning to settle down here. Sukie is getting a little too comfortable. Piccolo still hides under the couch whenever my parents come in. It's too bad, because Piccolo is the one who's staying with me. The family is taking Sukie back to Maryland.
Now to get that job. I call the store in the morning that I had agreed to come in. And guess what? They tell me that they don't know a thing about my transfer. Of course, my first reaction is =-O! How could the personnel at my old store tell me that my transfer had been approved, and the new store doesn't know anything about it? So this personnel lady and I were calling each other back and forth. I even called my old store to see what was going on. Of course, our personnel manager is on vacation this week. Sigh... Finally, I get a call from the Yulee store, and they found my paperwork. So I went in and got checked into the system. Whew....I start work on Saturday.
Now for the budget....I knew it was going to be tight, but not this bad. Looks like I have no choice but to find a roommate. I was really hoping to avoid that, but I don't know how well I can live on my own with this tight a budget. My aunt says she knows everyone in this town, so she can help me find someone trustworthy. So far, I've heard nothing but horror stories about roommates. =(
I've lived here for a few days now....it feels kind of strange. It's kinda scary....probably due to the lack of furniture in such a big place. As of right now, I still don't have a dining table. In the meantime, my computer desk doubles as a dining table. It's big enough. =P My grandmother had a few coffee tables, so that'll suffice when I'm snacking and gaming at the same time.
Well, what a stressful trip this has been. My dad claimed to run out of room in the vehicles. We had two pet carriers for the cats - one was too small, and the other one was a pain in the ass to open and close. We managed to get Piccolo into the latter carrier, but Sukie just had to sit in the car like a dog. We even had leashes for the cats.
The drive itself wasn't too bad. The cats were too terrified to move, so they dug themselves as low as they could underneath our stuff. They could squeeze into even the tightest places. We tried to let the cats out to exercise or relieve themselves, but we could only get Piccolo out. Sukie was just dug in too deep. Piccolo was too scared to do anything anyway, especially with all those dogs around. So he just hid in the grass as well as he could. From that point, we decided it was a waste of time to drag the cats out at the rest stops.
We made several stops for gas and lunch and then decided to stop for the night at an old hotel. I was really hoping that we wouldn't have to do that, but my mom felt worse about letting me drive. The cats hid under the beds at first, but Sukie eventually came out. Piccolo continued to hide like a scaredy cat. I slept pretty good that night, thanks to a nighttime pain reliever, but my parents had a rough time. I had no idea how bad it was for them, but the way my dad described it was hilarious. To describe my mom's tossing and turning, he put one hand on top of the other, and just flapped it back and forth. He then mentioned hearing the motorcycle gang downstairs, and the ringing of the tiny bell of Sukie's collar. He then talked about how they started talking to each other, and that's what woke me up. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but this is how Dad described it:
Mom: “What time is it?”
Dad: “1:30.”
Mom: “Is Shoney's open yet?”
Dad: “No, they open at six.”
Mom: “What time is it?”
Dad: “3:15.”
Mom: “Is Shoney's open yet?”
And it went on from there.
We set out again the next morning. The cats did more crawling around as well as hiding within the deepest spaces in our load. We finally arrived just after 1 p.m. When we entered the house I would be living in, my dad's first comment was, “Smells like ass.” And he was right; it smelled pretty bad. The carpet was filthy, there was mold on the ceiling, and there were several dead things on the floor that resembled brown beetles or roaches. And it was hot as hell to boot. Luckily, the electricity had been turned on, so we turned on the AC. Since it was a big place, it didn't seem to help at all, especially since we were working to scrub the walls and the carpet. Additionally, the bathrooms were a mess, several bulbs were broken. Oh yeah, we found a few more of the “dead things” in the shower, too. Those big bugs scare the hell out of me, dead or alive.
There were several pieces of furniture in the house that the previous tenants had left behind. The most interesting of which is called a “credenza” (sp?). At first glance, it looks like an ordinary four-door cabinet. But open it up, and it folds out into a computer desk with plenty of shelves to create an office. And you know what else? There was even a computer inside. =) Of course, I wouldn't dare believe that the thing actually works. Otherwise, the tenants wouldn't have left it here. So we had to move it in order to hook up my computer.
There was also a couch left behind, with a busted foot rest and a missing arm. And then there was a matching lounge chair. Apparently, its foot rest was also broken as well; the lever was missing, replaced with a monkey wrench. It was also leaned to the side, so I had no intention of keeping that thing. It kinda makes you wonder, what exactly do the people do with this furniture?
As for actually living here, I slept on the couch, although it was slightly uncomfortable. But it was only for one night, as I knew my grandmother had a real bed for me. My dad brought in the spare bed, and it had its own luxurious covers. I was quite comfortable in it. We got my TV hooked up, as well as my DVD/VCR combo and my PS2. But when I went to hook up my Gamecube, there was a very important piece missing. “Where the hell is the power cord?” I wondered. I searched all of the boxes, but there was just no sign of it. And I could have SWORN that I packed all of my cords. So I don't understand what happened to it. I guess my choices are to buy a new one, or wait until my family gets back up to my old room and see if I really did leave it behind.
The cats are beginning to settle down here. Sukie is getting a little too comfortable. Piccolo still hides under the couch whenever my parents come in. It's too bad, because Piccolo is the one who's staying with me. The family is taking Sukie back to Maryland.
Now to get that job. I call the store in the morning that I had agreed to come in. And guess what? They tell me that they don't know a thing about my transfer. Of course, my first reaction is =-O! How could the personnel at my old store tell me that my transfer had been approved, and the new store doesn't know anything about it? So this personnel lady and I were calling each other back and forth. I even called my old store to see what was going on. Of course, our personnel manager is on vacation this week. Sigh... Finally, I get a call from the Yulee store, and they found my paperwork. So I went in and got checked into the system. Whew....I start work on Saturday.
Now for the budget....I knew it was going to be tight, but not this bad. Looks like I have no choice but to find a roommate. I was really hoping to avoid that, but I don't know how well I can live on my own with this tight a budget. My aunt says she knows everyone in this town, so she can help me find someone trustworthy. So far, I've heard nothing but horror stories about roommates. =(
I've lived here for a few days now....it feels kind of strange. It's kinda scary....probably due to the lack of furniture in such a big place. As of right now, I still don't have a dining table. In the meantime, my computer desk doubles as a dining table. It's big enough. =P My grandmother had a few coffee tables, so that'll suffice when I'm snacking and gaming at the same time.