All moved in...mostly

Movers came and went, piano movers came and went, everything got moved except crap I'm throwing away at the old place. Weird thing happened on moving day: The movers said they'd be there between 8 and 8:30, but at 7:45 a truck pulled up. I crammed the rest of my donut in my mouth and hurrried outside. The guy asked if he's at the right place, I said yep c'mon in. He looks around, scratches his head and asks if he has the right place. I said yes, I'm moving today, this is the right place. He said he thought it was a second floor move, and I said, well I told th elady on the phone there were a few stairs leading into the doorway. She must have thought second floor.  ... He goes to get his guys and equipment, Matt and I are frantically finishing breakfast and loading up the cars, then another truck pulls up. THIS guy gets out, and asks for me by name. I'm confused at this point, and wondering if I'll be paying for two sets of movers. The first guy hears the second guy ask my name, then he says he's here to move David Somebodyorother.... yeah, my upstairs neighbor. This is the reason I was moving in the first place-- the people upstairs!!! What are the freaking chances??? We get it sorted out, and the movers take turns going out the doorway to my building. The rest of the move was fairly uneventful except for two items: one of th emovers REEKED of vodka. Not vodka that had been recently drunk, but the overpowering sweat of an alcoholic who was on a bender last night. He STANK. I was worried he's mess stuff up but he did fine. It occured to me later that he was the one who put my bed back together... so far it's held together. Thing #2: the movers were chattering away happily in Spanish and happened to make one remark that I wasn't meant to hear. I ignored the comment, but started giving them instructions on where to put furniture in Spanish. Then they started testing me a little, engaging me in conversation, and thankfully I held it. I didn't speak perfectly, but well enough to have actual conversation. It was kinda fun. White girl speaks Spanish, buddy. Stop staring at the sisters, they don't speak at all.

Now that I'm all moved in, I'd have hoped the maintenance would have taken care of the things I requested by now. I moved April 30, it's now May 11, and I STILL don't have hot water lasting longer than 6 minutes in the shower, one of my kitchen cupboards is missing a shelf, and one of the other shelves is so swaybacked, I can't fit my pots n pans under it, or on it for fear of snapping the remaining strip of wood. Don't these things seem like basic things to fix? THe office has received 3 phone calls and a written statement, all to no avail. It's not labeled as "imminently necessary" and they'll "get to it" since work orders are taken in the order received. I'm not pleased. I plan on withholding rent for June if it isn't done by then. Why do I have such problems? Wondering if it's something I put out there in my attitude that makes people want to screw me over.

The cats are mostly settled in. It was funny: when I let them out of the crate, they walked side by side (like actually touching) all around my room, then the bathroom, then the other rooms. Finally they separated byt just walked near each other for the rest of the day. It was cute.

I had dinner with Matt and his parents the other night for mother's day and his mom's birthday. His dad is really overbearing but I think I held my own. Fun times, amazing spaghetti, delicious German chocolate cake (from Matt) and a George Harrison tribute video. Good times for sure.

Portal 2: finished co-op, now doing more achievements. I'm totally stumped on a couple of them, but it'll come to me eventually. I got Indiana Jones Lego... $10 at a sidewalk sale. Worth it. Actually, I may go play some Portal 2 and finish the single played mission now. I have some time before symphony tonight.

Not much else going on...