Why I'll never work for a moving company

Hello and I hope all is well with whoever is still checking up on this blog. Since the last time I wrote I've been down to LA, had a lovely reunion with Will and then came back up with him to Calgary via his truck. Since then I don't feel like I've had too much downtime what with trying to get the wedding in order and also trying to furnish the apartment. We've been busy pretty much since we entered Calgary's city limits.

On Saturday we were lucky enough to procure a used but decent looking sofa, loveseat and chair set. Will and the seller loaded it easily enough onto the truck but I eyed the innocent couches with some wariness, knowing that I would have to help Will unload and put it into the apartment. This would further display my utter lack of arm strength.

Once back at the apartment we proceeded to first unload the loveseat, an easy enough task. With some grunting and groaning on my part we got it situated in the living room. The next not-so-easy task was the couch. It didn't want to go in as easily as the loveseat did. No matter how cajoling we were it stubbornly refused to enter the hallway. Fine, whatever. We hoisted it back up the stairs and brought it around to the front entrance instead. This time it managed to fit in the hallway but balked once we tried to push it through the doorway. By this time my arms had turned to jelly and my fingers were red from continually dropping and lifting the damn thing. Will got an earful of my miseries.

Once we realized that the couch wasn't going to budge I got ready to chop it apart while Will, more productively, examined the size of our windows. He concluded that the sofa would fit nicely through them. I looked on sullenly as he pried the panes out, knowing I'd have to use my jelly-like arms once again. The sofa looked on with an evil grin.

I tried to remind myself that this was the last time I'd have to lift the sofa. Unfortunately my arms and hands weren't buying it and Will pretty much fit the sofa in on his own. I contributed a lot of whining and futile hand rubbing.

And this is why I'll never work for a moving company.