Moving On

This weekend we did an unofficial walk through of the house to see how things are coming along. I'm impressed with how quickly everything is moving. There was a piece of paper taped to the window that listed my closing date as May 7. Nobody has told me that date officially yet, so I'm trying not to get too attached to it, but I am hoping things stay on pace for an early May move. This is what it looks like from the outside now:

I took a few pictures inside, but all of the rooms look the same right now so you'd just have to take my word that this is a kitchen, etc. so I'll hold off on those until there is actually something to see.

My apartment is feeling less and less like home each time I go back. The cable was disconnected this weekend and if I had known it was going to be such a pain in the rear, I would have put it off until the last minute. When I got to the cable company's office on Saturday to return my cable box, I had to take a number. It was at this point that I looked around and saw what reminded me of the DMV; people waiting to be helped, some so lifeless looking that you wondered exactly how long they'd been waiting. I can't figure out why people come to the office to pay their bill. Surely their time is more valuable than the 41 cents it would cost them to mail it. It took almost 45 minutes for my number to be called, at which point a man who's number had been called earlier while he was outside smoking decided to cut in front of me. Hoping he had a quick question, I let it slide, but alas, that wasn't the case. Since my number had been called, I was now out of the queue and they were calling the numbers after me. I began with a little foot tapping and then moved on to standing so close to him that he was uncomfortable. Finally the man that was helping him took pity on me and got someone else to help me. It took less than 30 seconds to hand over the box and sign the receipt. This is why the cable company gets a bad rap.

The project for tonight, since there won't be anything to watch, is to spackle all of the nail holes in the wall and pack up all of the electronics that I don't want the movers to pack. They'd probably do a fine job, but I'm a control freak, so I want to make sure it's done my way. Moving is so much fun!