Moving to a new place is disgusting...
Not the place itself, mind you, but the process. Not even the packing part of it; it's the buying stuff for the place. I'm moving out of the corporate apartment tomorrow into a new one. It is nice, albeit bare, in that there is no furniture. So hey presto, bus to Ikea in Richmond to do some shopping for furniture.
The whole thing sucks. I don't mean Ikea. There are so many different pieces of things to select. Then inevitable disagreements with my roommate about what to buy and what not to. Finally, when we have a trolley-load of stuff, we go to checkout. We'd initially planned to get it all delivered to our new place, but they only deliver the things which are in the boxes. And not even all of them! I mean, we had to buy cutlery and plates too: the last thing in the world I'd want to do: buy cutlery. Yuck!
So finally we did manage to put most of the stuff through delivery, but there were quite a few other things which they refused to deliver. So, hey presto, call Yellow Cab, dump stuff and come back to our (current) place.
We'll have to go through this same taxi charade again tomorrow, because we are only going to get the keys to the new place tomorrow. Which of course means I get to miss office, which sucks too. And we'll have to wait for an Internet connection for a few days. And call the Hydro guys to switch on heating and electricity so that we don't die in our sleep.
This is something I'd hate to do. Ever. Again.
Me, I'd rather pay for a furnished place than go through this crap.
Maybe choosing an unfurnished apartment was a wrong choice.
Time will tell.
The whole thing sucks. I don't mean Ikea. There are so many different pieces of things to select. Then inevitable disagreements with my roommate about what to buy and what not to. Finally, when we have a trolley-load of stuff, we go to checkout. We'd initially planned to get it all delivered to our new place, but they only deliver the things which are in the boxes. And not even all of them! I mean, we had to buy cutlery and plates too: the last thing in the world I'd want to do: buy cutlery. Yuck!
So finally we did manage to put most of the stuff through delivery, but there were quite a few other things which they refused to deliver. So, hey presto, call Yellow Cab, dump stuff and come back to our (current) place.
We'll have to go through this same taxi charade again tomorrow, because we are only going to get the keys to the new place tomorrow. Which of course means I get to miss office, which sucks too. And we'll have to wait for an Internet connection for a few days. And call the Hydro guys to switch on heating and electricity so that we don't die in our sleep.
This is something I'd hate to do. Ever. Again.
Me, I'd rather pay for a furnished place than go through this crap.
Maybe choosing an unfurnished apartment was a wrong choice.
Time will tell.