So, after much grunting and groaning and unpacking and nerve-wracking, we are in the new place. I was without internet for FIVE WHOLE DAYS, but I will get to that, and how Comcast is full of Fail.

On Saturday, my redneck relatives showed up at the buttcrack of dawn (Note: The buttcrack of dawn has been moved to 8 AM.) with coffee in hand to get us moved into our freshly-rented U-Haul truck. Obviously this would be a piece of cake, because we had sold half of our furniture on Craigslist and most of our boxes were neatly stacked in the garage.

Thankfully I was right, the gods smiled upon us, and it was a piece of cake! My strapping relatives made short work of the remaining furniture, even my ridiculously heavy antique dresser that was still in the basement, and the truck was stacked high in no time at all.

We trucked out to the sticks and unloaded, leaving the cats in the house for the time being, and then later returned for the cats, litter boxes, and other few essentials that we could fit in the cars. We then traveled back to the sticks with a chorus of wailing cats.

Now, I am anal. I’m not the kind of person who can sleep until everything is unpacked, my room is exactly the way I want it, pictures are hung, and things are perfect-perfect.

I know, I’m sick.

Anyway, I went to town on J.’s room first, and then on my room, and my late evening I had everything predominantly done in my bathroom and bedroom, pictures and all. My clothing was mostly still in the closet at the old house, because we hadn’t brought our hanging clothes over yet.

So that was done, but I still had a basement full of books and other assorted shit to sift through, and my mom was drowning in crap upstairs.

We spent the week unpacking and sorting, and I moved furniture around and unpacked books, and it’s actually starting to look like someone lives on the lower level of the house.

Comcast was supposed to come out last Friday and hook up our high-speed internet, phone, and cable, including our DVR, which I cannot live without since I never watch TV at the proper time.

The fuckers showed up five hours late.

I was livid, but the guy had gotten lost trying to find our convoluted little subdivision, and I can sort of understand that, although I cannnot forgive NOT CALLING. Anyway, he was still prepared to do the job until he saw that we didn’t have our main computer hooked up, and then he said he would have to come back.

Again, I was livid. He could have hooked up the fucking modem or something and left it, right? And then have come back? Or he could have just installed the cable? Something? Anything?? Throw this bitch a bone??

Anyway, we got 25 bucks off of our bill because they didn’t show during the allotted time frame, but they couldn’t service us again until the following Thursday, meaning that I would have to go without internet and cable and long-distance calling for five days after the move.

This may not sound like a big deal to you, but to me it is LIFE.

So yesterday the same guy shows up, on time, but tells me five minutes later that he doesn’t have enough cable to do the job and will have to go back to the warehouse which will take about an hour, and oh, by the way, do I mind if he goes and gets lunch, too?

You have to be kidding me, Comcast.

Of course I bit my tongue and smiled and said, “No, by all means, go ahead!” Fuck me right up the pooper.

Therefore the job took about four hours, because he was gone an hour and a half, but I did successfully get my internet, phone, and cable installed.

Ah, first world problems.

Today I am going back to the old house to clean the shit out of it for the new renter, a woman named Della who seems really cool and loves the place more than I thought possible. She is practically peeing herself at the thought of moving in, and calls the house “a dream”.

I guess it was our dream house, too, once upon a time.

In other news, the J-Man starts school on Wednesday, and as you can imagine there is much rejoicing and glee and happy dancing on his part. NOT.

There might be on mine, though.

Happy Friday the Thirteenth.

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