I didn't sleep much on Wednesday night, up too late packing and then too stressed to sleep well so gave up early and got back in to preparing before the sun was up.
Then the move. I was not ready. They had fewer staff than expected and everything was slow and exhausting. I was very busy trying to keep ahead of them - but that didn't well. And they were not very amenable to "could you hold wait while I clean that freshly exposed bit". It is almost like that were being paid to move the dust from the old unit into the new one.
And they had a woman who just bit packing who claimed the kitchen I had barely started on and then displayed almost zero common sense - something I wouldn't find out until I looked in the kitchen she had unpacked things in. Yes, the new kitchen is a direct downgrade functionality wise, so getting things in it wasn't going to be easy, but that fact she had packed my recycling and then put it in the new cupboards....
And randomised my food, which had been strictly sort. Though the much reduced cupboard space was probably a major factor in that too. but the layout of everything is a jumbled mess. She really did make some choices..... Including taking the pots I had been in the process of washing when they arrived and she shunted me out of the kitchen, draining the water off them half unwashed and then putting them in the new cupboards that way.
Agreeing to her request to unpack at the other end for me, so she could reclaim her boxes, was a terrible misstep on my part.
Otherwise it was a day of harder work than my body was happy with, much frustration, and not everything getting moved because they were a man down. My desk was too hard for them, even when I took the base off, which Dad had done to get it into my new flat, they needed it full dismantled, which doesn't exactly work and their enthusiasm to get it apart and then help it back together means it is a bit more broken and now stuck together slightly wrong - the lid is askew and won't actually screw on because the mover was too keen to nail the bit that was nailed (which doesn't need to be at all) before things were lined up with the screws. He was so confident he had it right, when he didn't. And fixing it is a level of effort and needing help that I can't deal with.
At least the scotch chest and bookcase from My Mate John's arrived before the furniture that would have got in the way of installing it moved over.
After they left I worked out how to delivereasy from my phone (as I had no internet, Orcon had cut off my old place in the morning but didn't connect my new one until the following day), and had ton katsu curry delivered. It was amazing, but that may have been as I hadn't eaten anything in almost ten hours (the not having used the bathroom in the same period was probably not a factor (I had drunk plenty of water but was sweating it all out)). Before an evening split between unpacking and lying on the floor in pain.
First sleep in the new building did not go well. I was in bed less than six hours before I got up and started unpacking more. I took some of the recycling they had packed out to be delivered just before 7am, letting the DX delivery guy into the building, out to the street in time for collection. I moved some boxes out, all the time with my key in my pocket and the door never locking behind me. I hung up the key and then spotted another big box I had emptied so put it on the landing outside my door, and the door clicked fully shut for the first time all morning.
So I was in my PJs with no keys of phone, locked out of my unit. Before anyone else was awake.
[and again I got distracted by effort of moving]
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