moving days
May. 14th, 2006 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boogieshoesso i helped a new friend move yesterday, and i am sore. not as bad as it could but - whew!
he was moving from base housing to off-base housing, and yes, folks, somethings never change. nostalgic sites were everywhere - airplanes and whatnot on stands, the guard shack, the commissary. my friend has to do the traditional white-glove inspection cleaning. they're hiring in a service - which i feel mildly sorry for, because their dog sheds like the dickens! and of course the obligatory 'we can't move it, so who wants it?' giveaway. i probably tripled the size of my magic card collection, heh.
other things that hadn't changed - late paychecks. when we went to go get food, my ride hadn't been paid yet, eesh, so i wound up covering gas and a tip for the pizza guys. when we went to the comissary, there were people in uniform, even tho it was saturday, a good selection of beer and wine coolers, washers and dryers for sale in the hallway.
the base housing was a row-house arrangement with 3 bedrooms and a small bath upstairs and living room, kitchen, 1/2 bath, and dining room downstairs. they had a small yard (too small for the dog, really). i thought it looked pretty good, considering the horror stories i've heard from my parents of base housing.
i spent half the time laughing, and half the time wishing i was back in the military family. the one thing i can't fathom is how i meet so many people down here who have a military affiliation (brats, married, ex-mil), who seem to really hate their experiences. most people i meet have a love-hate relationship with the military - they love some things, and hate others.
this week on wednesday, we're helping another guy pack up his house for a move to boston. i need to find a place to go shopping for fighter gear, and someone to go shopping with. i don't trust myself to buy the right stuff on my own.
-boogieshoes
he was moving from base housing to off-base housing, and yes, folks, somethings never change. nostalgic sites were everywhere - airplanes and whatnot on stands, the guard shack, the commissary. my friend has to do the traditional white-glove inspection cleaning. they're hiring in a service - which i feel mildly sorry for, because their dog sheds like the dickens! and of course the obligatory 'we can't move it, so who wants it?' giveaway. i probably tripled the size of my magic card collection, heh.
other things that hadn't changed - late paychecks. when we went to go get food, my ride hadn't been paid yet, eesh, so i wound up covering gas and a tip for the pizza guys. when we went to the comissary, there were people in uniform, even tho it was saturday, a good selection of beer and wine coolers, washers and dryers for sale in the hallway.
the base housing was a row-house arrangement with 3 bedrooms and a small bath upstairs and living room, kitchen, 1/2 bath, and dining room downstairs. they had a small yard (too small for the dog, really). i thought it looked pretty good, considering the horror stories i've heard from my parents of base housing.
i spent half the time laughing, and half the time wishing i was back in the military family. the one thing i can't fathom is how i meet so many people down here who have a military affiliation (brats, married, ex-mil), who seem to really hate their experiences. most people i meet have a love-hate relationship with the military - they love some things, and hate others.
this week on wednesday, we're helping another guy pack up his house for a move to boston. i need to find a place to go shopping for fighter gear, and someone to go shopping with. i don't trust myself to buy the right stuff on my own.
-boogieshoes
