20th
Movin' on Up (Part Dos)
I just moved from a disgusting apartment to a far superior apartment and I’m pretty psyched about that, but I’ve got 2 big issues with the move:
1. The floors of my new apartment are sort of slanted, so when I’m in my bedroom I feel like I’m on a boat.
2. My sister hired this trio of Philippino guys with a truck whom she found on Craigslist to move our heavy furniture because we’re girls and can’t lift an armoire. We just can’t. My sister, who is practically an apartment nomad (but who never learned to pack light), has had success with Craigslist movers in the past, so we were surprised by the incompetence of “Joe” and his Spanish-speaking (why?) crew.
They broke a lot of hard-to-break furniture and took 5 hours to move our stuff 12 blocks. There was one particular guy with long hair who, the whole day, would only pick up the light chairs and lamps. Now, I get that moving heavy stuff is hard. I do. That’s why I don’t offer to move stuff for a living. But this wimp did. So, naturally, my sister would come up behind him carrying heavy bookshelves and tables saying, “You move like a girl!”
This sounds mean, but he didn’t speak English anyway—except that he, quite appropriately, kept singing, “There’s something in the way she moves…” while holding a wicker chair—and he really did move like a girl.
Also, sitting around in the moving truck was a 10 month-old baby named Sophia.