Some odd days of moving

If you cannot tell, I am too tired to do the math. I’m beat. My feet are killing me. I only moved 6 boxes, so it wasn’t activity that is making my feet scream. It is the shoes I wore. I’m starting this with shoes.

About a year ago I stopped wearing anything other than tennis shoes to work. Lately, someone at work has made me her personal vendetta. We are not supposed to wear tennis shoes to work. But any other type of shoe seems to cause me the bottom of my heel extreme pain and my right hip to hurt and by the time I get home I’m limping. A good quality tennis shoe has proper arch support and proper soles and I can find adult shoes in my size. I don’t have these types of pain when I wear them.

Why is this an issue? I have very small feet. When it comes to work suitable shoes, they are not made in my size. I have to do most of my shoe shopping in the children’s section. Children’s shoes are not designed for adult bodies on top of those small feet. I also need to lose weight. When I weight no more than a child would it wasn’t so bad. (I graduated high school at 96 – 98 lbs).

I COULD buy expensive specialty shoes for adult women in very small sizes. But as a clerical worker, they don’t pay me enough. If I have to spend more money on shoes, I want shoes that I can work out in and do other active stuff in. Not just wear to work or to dinner.

My solution is to go into the doctor’s tomorrow. They are open half a day on a first come first serve basis on Saturday. I will get a note from the doctor to wear tennis shoes. Other people at work have done it. It just seems silly to have to spend money on a doctor to get a note to let me fix a problem I was able to fix on my own.

Back to the moving. Today was my new roommate’s entire move. Got up 1.5 hours earlier than normal. Got my car from a few blocks away and parked in front of the building. Put 6 boxes in it. Stopped at store for toilet paper and laundry detergent. Got to the apartment half an hour too early. Office Max or Depot was very close. It seemed like a good place to kill a little time.

They were having a SALE! I’ve been wanting to replace my computer desk. Perfect timing. I could take it straight to the new apartment. But not then. Not with a car full of boxes.

Got back, signed my half of the lease paper work, got my keys, and started to unload. Remember, I only have 6 boxes. And at this point, I only got one box and one bag in. So this is no big deal. Of course, I have to let in his movers. They were late to his place because of a semi-accident. Then they arrive and he was delayed be of another semi-accident. It’s been raining all night and all day. It’s supposed to continue all night and possibly turn to snow.

Snow in mid-April.

His movers unload and it didn’t take long. We do the check-list, turn it in, and go to lunch. At this point, my feet are in serious pain. And I’ve done very little walking around. Admittedly, I didn’t wear the right shoes for moving. That’s because a puddle soaked my good tennis shoes early in the morning. Since I didn’t really do much I decided that getting a doctor’s note was the best thing.

We run a couple of errands and pick up my new desk. Then we waited for Cox to come hook up the internet. This is when I got the other 5 boxes.

We discussed options for running two computers and two Wii’s. One one for the t.v. in the computer room and one for the t.v. in the living room. In fact, we got the router from the Cox guy. He actually left the router with us and told us how to set it up. Only once it is hooked up, the internet no longer worked. Removing the router from the equation left the same problem. It would say the computer was connected to the internet but was not responding. Installing the router wiped out the computers Cox information so the service wasn’t recognizing his computer.

I left for the old apartment and he got ready to call Cox and get things working again.

According to a call I just got, the problem was on Cox’s end. When the Cox tech called in from the apartment to do the transfer of service, the person on the other end didn’t do it right. As a result, Cox could not identify him anymore. Even though it was fine before the Cox tech fiddled with things.

Now I am tired, my feet and right hip hurt. I limped and hobbled around like a 90-year-old while I looked for my ringing cell phone. It was probably funny to see. Me in my black tee-shirt and my animal print panties tripping over a cat.

I’ve watched episode 5, season 1 of MI-5 and I’m off to a hot bubble bath with a Terry Pratchett book. Tomorrow I shall try to pack up 10 boxes and Sunday I’ll put as many as possible in the car and take them to the new place. With my proper tennis shoes.

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