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Jun. 4th, 2003 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorrowmonkeyI have to leave for work soon.
The move is coming along, we managed to clear out most of the boxes from the bedroom last night after I got home. I also made a few trips taking things downstairs to the basement/garage. We still have a wall of book-boxes in the living room, but I haven't decided what to do with that yet.
The biggest pain is going to be moving the exercise bike downstairs to the garage. It likes like 200 pounds, and the movers left it in the bedroom. It comes apart into two pieces, that will probably be the only way to get it through there.
This is the second smallest place we have ever lived in, only our first apartment at Willowtree was smaller. It basically took a shoe-horn to fit our stuff in, and even then the couch has to go in the trash, no possible way it would fit.
If I had time, I might curl up and cry about it for a while, but as it is, there isn't squat I can do about it and I'm too busy to indulge in self-pity. I'd like to, though. I think the part of it that I have the biggest problem with is the condescending attitude of my family. They were happy enough with my spending habits when I had money to spend, but now that economic factors forced me to take a 60% pay-cut to get back into the workforce, somehow it's *my* fault that we lost our house.
I challenge any of them to give up 60% of their income and not whine about it. Yeah, right.
The move is coming along, we managed to clear out most of the boxes from the bedroom last night after I got home. I also made a few trips taking things downstairs to the basement/garage. We still have a wall of book-boxes in the living room, but I haven't decided what to do with that yet.
The biggest pain is going to be moving the exercise bike downstairs to the garage. It likes like 200 pounds, and the movers left it in the bedroom. It comes apart into two pieces, that will probably be the only way to get it through there.
This is the second smallest place we have ever lived in, only our first apartment at Willowtree was smaller. It basically took a shoe-horn to fit our stuff in, and even then the couch has to go in the trash, no possible way it would fit.
If I had time, I might curl up and cry about it for a while, but as it is, there isn't squat I can do about it and I'm too busy to indulge in self-pity. I'd like to, though. I think the part of it that I have the biggest problem with is the condescending attitude of my family. They were happy enough with my spending habits when I had money to spend, but now that economic factors forced me to take a 60% pay-cut to get back into the workforce, somehow it's *my* fault that we lost our house.
I challenge any of them to give up 60% of their income and not whine about it. Yeah, right.
