There is no way a person can move over three days and then also work three jobs at the same time. And yet this is what I am doing. I have to be out of my apartment by, um, tomorrow. I have packed and packed and packed and packed, and yet there is still more crap to be unloaded and dealt with. It's unbelievably stressful, and yet I must do it and damnit, I have deadlines at work that I have to meet and I can't blow them. So with one hand I am grading papers and with the other I am stuffing books into boxes and taping them shut and trying to figure out how to get this stuff down the service elevator, into a cab and down the street without violating the building's rules, which state that no one can move anything after 5pm - which is the only time my friend with the big SUV can help me move my stuff. It's a total clusterfuck. I can't cope. Cutting back on anxiety reducing drugs at the same time? That's not working out at all. I find myself either staring at the bottle of xanax and weeping - or taking them and then merely crying. The stress, oh lord God, is too much.
Lisa at Clusterfook recently posted about self-revoking her Whining Card, but she is a stronger woman than I am. I am whining. I will post again and hopefully I will not be doing even more of it.. the whining.
Love,
Nina
11 comments:
Whine away, dear lady. Were there not three thousand miles preventing it, I'd happily come over with a pickup and help lug.
Can you offer some of your students extra credit? I had an instructor in community college who traded credit for schnapps. Surely a little sweat isn't too much to ask.
Tell your friend with the big SUV to meet you at 5. Why not? It's not like you're going to be living in your building for much longer anyhow.
I will help you move. Seriously. I can also bribe your doormen.
Take me up on it.
xoxo,
P.
I agree, move whenever you want to. They want you out of the building, yes? And then you'll be gone, right? So how are they going to keep you from moving after 5 pm?
I hope you get a chance to relax and do some wining soon. Like the drink kind.
Me so punny! NOT. :)
This. Is. Not. Whining. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
And load that SUV up at 5:00. No other way to do it, is there? So just do it and bat your eyelashes, flash cleavage if someone gets upset.
The "whining" is definitely warranted!
Best of luck. If anyone can pull it all off you can :-).
Stupid 3000 miles. Big sigh.
For what it's worth, I don't think this falls into the whining category at ALL.
Wish I could help...
The packing and packing and packing reminds me of a recurring dream I have about leaving college and never ever being able to get packed to do it.
When you get tired of whining, I'll be glad to take up the torch for you. This is certainly a whine-worthy situation. I'll even bring some cheese.
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