Happy First Anniversary, The Daily Wish You Were Here!
And to celebrate, I've dumped my heavy-ass, stupid filing cabinet!
Several years ago, my ex and I purchased this filing cabinet because, while I'm somewhat more organized, he was a clutter-bug, and his papers lying about were getting to me. We selected one based on looks and how it would fit into our apartment at the time. When we went to buy it, we learned that we were buying the heaviest fucking filing cabinet known to mankind. While this shouldn't have been a problem for us given my ex's unusually large stature, it turned out to be an enormous pain in my ass (and shoulders and legs and arms and all over) because I was dumped off at the lobby with it, and had to struggle hard to get the large, awkward box upstairs and its contents put together.
When we divorced, I guess I "won" the damn thing because I was the more organized of the two of us, and so it got on the truck with me and wandered across the country to Ottawa when I moved here. Since then, it's been a heavy fucking reminder of how much I hate moving.
Well, this time, I decided the big bastard wasn't coming with us. So very early this morning, I got up, reserved a Vrtucar, and by 10:30 am, I had purchased file boxes and binder, ready to sort and pack the contents of the cabinet, and kick the beast to the curb (literally). The emptying part wasn't even easy. The beast only locks at the top drawer, and the position of it slopes slighting down in front, so bottom three drawers have been known to slide open. Almost as its parting revenge, the drawers were in full throttle, and one of them caught my knee in a way that I'm not sure a piece of bone hasn't chipped off in there.
After it was emptied, it sat in the hallway for a while, until we decided to get it over with. Except we live on the second floor, and if you think hauling that beast up is a bitch, try hauling it down. With Etienne at the bottom bearing the weight, I tried my best at the top to guide/carry it, but it's enormous size and weight weren't compatible with my slight frame and stance. I was useless. We got it to the bottom, and just as I feared getting it down the small stairs and over to the curb, some 15 feet away, one of the downstairs neighbours came out and asked if we needed help. He's a taller guy, stronger, so of course I took up his offer! In a matter of seconds, the damn thing was on the curb.
Because of it's size and weight, we wondered how long it would be out there. For small things we've put out, they've been taken before we even have a chance to blink, but this beast can't simply be picked up and carried off. Well, within 3 minutes, I noticed a couple out there, examining it with serious intent. The man tried to pick it up to test the weight, but he found out quickly that it was a challenge, so they walked off. About an hour later, we looked out the window, and it was gone. Fair thee well, you big, heavy bastard.
The joys of moving...
...Wish you were here.
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