Packing Day

Like the grown up woman I am, I’m hiding behind the couch, on the floor, crouching over my laptop while the movers do their thing. They did all the packing for us, for which I am eternally grateful.
But it’s hard for me to reconcile the fact that five strange men are packing up my underthings while I sit in the other room. At least I did get in there and pack the most, shall way say, private of my stuff. The guys have been really nice and I’m enjoying listening to their packing trash talk. “Fool! You know you can’t pack a box!” reply: “Fool! You know I done packed four (pronounced ‘fo’) boxes while you only packed two!” So how could I not love these guys? I just bought them a ton of pizza, so maybe they love me too.

But it doesn’t change the fact that they’re strangers, and I get hugely uncomfortable around strangers. At least when I don’t have a role to play. For example, I’m not uncomfortable around my dentist. But we both have very clearly defined roles. This, not so much. I’m actually better than I was. When I was a teenager I wouldn’t order pizza because I didn’t want to talk to a stranger on the phone. It drove my Mom crazy. I still won’t answer the phone. I always think “I have no idea who that is. I’m not picking it up.” All gratitude to my cell phone for the Caller ID.

But they’re very close to being finished, so I should be free and clear shortly. Then I can sit on my floor without the strangers! Our next few days are still a total mystery. I don’t have a closing date. I don’t know where/what the temporary housing situation will be. I just called the relo folks a few hours ago and said: I will need somewhere to live starting tomorrow. So could you let me know where that will be? I don’t have any clue how long I’ll need to be there. And wherever I go has to take my cat.

So I’m waiting to hear back.


3 responses to this post.

  1. I hate calling and ordering anything for just that very reason.
    At work, I sometimes stare at the phone for upwards of 5 minutes gathering the gumption/courage to place a call to a vendor to ask a question or request a sample.
    In the end, I usually just send an email.
    I love email.


  2. Email has made all the difference in my life. I would be content to conduct 95% of my communication that way.


  3. There’s something seriously wrong with us.
    We never would’ve survived the 1800’s.


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