1) My parents' house --> UGA dorms (what up
Creswell)
2) Creswell --> Georgia Tech frat house--ok I know this sounds kinda strange, but it was ridiculously cheap living right in Midtown. Across the street from my internship. And my roommate my female friend Katie Ham.
3) Frat house --> UGA sorority house
4) Sorority house --> subleased apt
5) Subleased apartment --> squatting in my friend's boyfriend's house. I count this as a move because I had to get out of the apt and move a bed into the squatting location.
6) Squatting --> North Ave apt in Athens
8) storage unit --> Athens Crescendo house
9) Crescendo house --> Fort Worth, Texas
This past one was a planned move for my job. The company contracted a relocation company, who contracted about 100 other vendors to help with temporary housing, apartment hunting, van lines and everything else. Which was sooo helpful, and everything seemed to be going pretty well...until the actual moving day.
They told me they'd be coming between 8 and 11 am. So I got up at 5:30 to finish packing and do some more cleaning.
Then at 10:45 the driver called to say he had a flat tire and would be late because he had to wait for someone to bring a spare. So I went to eat at
my favorite pizza place in Texas one last time and get the lunch special. Of course, as soon as I got my calzone, they called to say they were at the apartment. So I ran home to let them in around 12:45.
They did a great job packing all my stuff, and I just had to sit and read my book while they did it. It took them until almost 5 to finish, and they had everything out. And I was sending them on their way so I could go get one last
Chimy's marg before my friends were taking me to the airport for my 8:50 flight to Philly.
And then, I realized that the movers weren't taking my car. So I ran out to ask them before they left. And they had no instructions to take my car.
Enter panic mode. So I begin to call the van lines and every number I have. At 5:00. On a Friday. 4 hours from my flight.
Finally I spoke to a nice guy who found a wrecking service to come get my car and move it to the van line's warehouse. They said the truck would be at my apartment between 6:30 and 7. About 2 hours before my flight. But I lived around 45 minutes from the airport.
So even though a dude finally did come to get my car at 7:30, I had no hope of making my flight--the last direct flight out of DFW to Philly. Soooo, I had to call Tavelocity to ask them to rebook a flight for the next morning. But apparently the girl who answered the phone when I chose the domestic travel option was not authorized to change a relocation flight. And she couldn't transfer me to the relocation department. And when I called back and chose the relocation option, I was on hold for 10 minutes before I gave up.
Finally, I spoke to someone who rescheduled my flight for 9:50 Saturday morning. And I was able to stay at
my friend Katie's apartment, and she got up at 7 am on a Saturday to take me to the airport. Cause she rules.
So, regardless of the minor fiascos, I made it to New Jersey. And I start the new job tomorrow!
It's a collage of all the communications people! Here's the file they made the puzzle from:
