Janice finally got everything out of the building in Seattle today. It's good to be done with that finally. I've been in NY almost a week and we were late two days getting our crap into storage. But, it's done now so we can focus on phase two, find a job and an apartment.
Since I'm starting this late, I'll be doing a little catch up.
So:
5/2/05
Struggled to get everything out of the apartment and into storage. Have to delay my flight by a day. Not saying how much that cost, but it was more than the original ticket. Oh well. It had to happen. There was simply too much stuff left.
5/3/05
Finished up moving stuff into storage, at least most of it. One more run on the way to the airport. The building manager had a fit because three apartments moved out and there is garbage over-flowing in the dumpster. We're still here so we are getting the shit. For a fucking stoner he surely has an anger problem. Maybe he's out, because I thought his head was going to explode. What an asshole. I thought he was pretty cool for 2.5 years and he managed to fuck that up in about 10 minutes. Now, he's a complete and utterly selfish prick who obviously has no undestanding nor respect for other people and their struggles. In two words, Fuck Him.
Janice is being stand up and letting me get on my airplane. She's gonna have to clean all night and get rid of all the garbage our asshole building manager brought back into our apartment. Again, Fuck Him.
I left Seattle at 11:59pm on JetBlue for NY. If I wasn't so exhausted I might be excited.
5/4/05
Couldn't sleep on the red-eye so my eyes were probably pretty red when I arrived at JFK at 8:10 NY time (5:10 Seattle). I had to meet Eric at the Howard Beach station. Unfortunately, after getting my bags I disovered that I could only take the train to Federal Circle. After that I waited for a bus for twenty minutes that drove us through long term parking and finally to Howard Beach where I could meet Eric and catch the subway. I was probably at least an hour late by then. I really haven't had too many quality experiences with JFK. I guess I've only flown there a few times, though, so there's still time.
Eric led me from subway to subway (Howard Beach to Broadway Junction (transfer to L) to Morgan) and we finally arrived at the apartment.
It was pretty uneventful except when my suitcase fell over and almost took out the knee of the guy across from me. I don't think he was too happy. The suitcase did wheigh 61 lbs, after all.
I was a little wired so it took a while to settle. Once I did, though, I crashed until about 6pm. We had some grub and then Eric and I went to Kings County, a bar near the apartment. Nice place. After a few shots of tequila, we headed back where I proceeded to fall asleep again.
