So I’m moving.
You all know that. Of course you do. When your job gets cut in a town like Rankin, you move. Or at least I do.
Last week I was all hunky dory, beginning the whole process. I was told I had six weeks. And CBC insisted they would have someone pack me up. And my last day of work was the 23rd of July. “But don’t worry. There’s some flexibility there.”
Lies! ALL LIES!
I *told* them that I didn’t think there were any packing people in town. But they INSISTED there was, and I wouldn’t have to pack a thing. So I *gasp* took last night off.
LIES! ALL LIES!
There aren’t any PACKERS in town. Duh! And there’s no flexibilty on when I have to leave. And. I. Quote.
As for the housing unit, you are not able to stay in the unit beyond the listed last day of work.
Ooooh that really grinds my gears. Let’s consider a couple things.
- July 23rd is a Thursday. That’s right. My last day of work is a Thursday. Not only is that a random day of the week (it was tied to my “notice” date) I am not “allowed” to live in my apartment past then.
- 90% of the flights southwards leave on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. Not Thursdays.
- The apartment is going to be empty at LEAST until the end of the month, if not longer than that. No. One. Is. Moving. In. The CBC has a lease on the place and no one knows exactly what they are going to do with it.
- It’s not like I was fired. My position was made redundant. And while the distinction may seem silly, it’s a big one. The “tone” of me leaving is supposed to be very different.
So I’m a little bit peeved right now. I don’t like the way things are feeling. I don’t like that it feels like they are trying to get rid of me as soon as possible. I don’t like that it feels like they are yelling at me for having too much stuff (which, by the way, is totally bogus. It’s not like I’m asking them to ship back a couch, bed, dresser etc. I am trying to sell my ski-doo and elliptical trainer. And the rest is what I had when I moved up).
Packing is a lot of work. And while I’ll admit, I WANTED to do some of it myself (when I came up they just threw everything in boxes without any organization at all, in fact they even DISMANTLED some of my organization. I was not impressed). But I didn’t want to do it all. I didn’t want to have to spend days on the phone with some lady from McWilliams moving who will walk me through how to wrap my TV in boxes M&T will maybe possibly drop off at their convenience.
Sigh. I’m frustrated. I don’t really understand how I’m supposed to be working full time and moving myself without any assistance… and I really wish I had a better grasp on where I am going to be on the other end of this.
Let’s just hope this is a case of the Thursday-blues and I’m totally over-reacting and everything will be smooth sailing from here.
After all I do have six weeks…. eep, make that five…
Current album: Reel Big Fish: Our Live Album Is Better Than Yours (flashback to Festivale de Quebec anyone?)