What's Going On

Ah, moving, that delightful annual occurence which makes a rectal exam by a ham-fisted novice a comparative walk in the park...It was horrible, and complicated by the fact that some asshole had parked his car illegally, half on the street, half on the sidewalk, thus making it impossible for the moving van to enter the compound where I live...the management office was called and they flat-out refused to notify the owner of the car to move his damn vehicle as--and I quote--he OWNS his apartment while I am merely renting. In the six-hour standoff, a compromise was reached: the asshole remained an asshole, and lucky little me got to pay for a van to shuttle the stuff in, with a new team of movers in place to take the things out of the big moving van, load them into the little moving van, drive it down the street to my compound, then unload it and carry it up the stairs. By the time this was accomplished, no one (no mover, that is) gave a rat's ass about what went where and I found after they left that all my clothes had been dumped into shelves willy-nilly and that many pieces were missing. Apparently during the shuttle a few boxes broke open, my clothes were scattered on the pavement, and during the picking up process, no one gave a damn if passer-bys scooped stuff up for themselves. But I'm moved, and I have three delightful neighbors and one crazy bitch whom I shall post about--a lot--under the name of The Mad Hatter. However, I will have virtually no access to internet for the next two or three weeks, so if you want me, you'll have to call.