Moving Is A Bitch: Part One

Now that about 99% of my packing is done (I still have to merge two boxes into one, and arrange for shipping), I'm getting down to the nitty gritty. Or trying to, at any rate. I have boxes to take out to the trash, a recliner and three boxes to store in Orange County, bills to change, and other random tasks.

I use SBC for my internet/phone services. I have really started to hate them over the last year, because every person who works for SBC seems ridiculously arrogant and cocky. They, like every other company on this earth, have an automated menu you have to weave through in order to get to a real, actual human. In the midst of trying to navigate through this thing to speak to someone real, I have AutoSBC tell me over and over that he's so sorry, but he's not sure what I'm trying to say. At which point, I finally yell "Oh my GOD, you are a fucking MORON. LET ME TALK TO SOMEONE."

Which was then met by the dialtone.

So, in short, don't curse at the automated menus. It won't get you to a human any faster.

Packing: The Final Tally

3 boxes to store.
1 plastic crate to store.
2 suitcases to ship.
4 boxes to ship.
1 suitcase to travel with.

I am never buying anything ever again as long as I live.