All revved up, and not enough places to go....

Or in this case, yellow truck.

I've been up since 5, on the road since 8-something, and likely won't get home until past 8 tonight.  So far I've:

- Finalized and printed a whole damn black ink cartridge worth of stuff for my 10:30 appointment;

- Loaded up the truck with rope, bungee cords, empty boxes and (eventually) beer- the universal currency of collegiate moving days- and driven it here to the 585;

- Switched out said truck for Emily's car so she and beermates could begin hauling furniture to the self-store place;  

- Met 10:30 peeps remarkably close to 10:30, but left with more work to do;

- Called Appointment of Indeterminate Time and determined it would be 12:30 at the Starbucks a block from my 1:00;

- Ran my old phone up to Chez Guru, in hopes he can replace the glass  (I discovered yesterday that, despite being deactivated, still works as a WiFi receiver and iPod, thus, its rechristening as my "Zombie Phone");

- Checked in with Team Truck, who'd meet me at Uncle Bob's (the storage place); didn't get the part of the message about the place being drive-in, and thus waited outside uselessly while the four of them were inside offloading futon parts;

- Delivered the beer, making the rendezvous not entirely useless.

Am now Starbucking, waiting for the redetermined 1:00 to show up. From there, a late lunch at a friend's office, another round or two of furniture herding, a new client at 5, and, I hope, home before  too ridiculous o'clock.

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Another trip- just as short, just about as strange.

The story, when I dropped off the truck for the Posse of Movers this morning, was that I wouldn't really need to do much. Nope, they got it. They might need me to help move one heavy piece of furniture, but they got it.

I should've recognized that line.

After I met up with them and could do little other than deliver beer to the storage place, I resumed my erranding, which took longer than expected. I did get most of a pizza to share with them out of the deal, though. When I re-met them inside Uncle Bob's a bit past 2, the panic had begun to set in.  By then, they'd laid in only one other load, Emily was tired in general and tired of driving the truck in particular, and although we were about to acquire an even bigger entourage for the rest of the afternoon, it just seemed that most of us were just standing round for way too much time.

I started getting executive, aka bitchy, with them- sending Roomie L. back to the apartment ahead of us in Emily's car to load up non-huge stuff, while she, I and the other two guys picked up the next load from Locker Roomie K's place.  Nerves were getting shot all the way around by then; there were at least three more full loads involving a truck and two cars, and the storage place closes at 6:30, which left us time for one, maybe two, such runs.

They had to be completely out by 10 tomorrow morning. Emily just wanted to go home. Also? The pizza had gone on ahead in her own car and, surprise surprise, she hadn't eaten anything since this morning.

Once we got back there,  I practically shoved her into her own kitchen with the pizza box in hand from her passenger seat, quoting a rather famous in-line Eleanor and I picked up from John Pizzarelli- Eat something. You look bad.- and I also did a little reconaissance.  I'd seen an imposing-looking notice on one of the nearby townhouse doors. Embracing my inner nosy, I went and read it; it gave that unit a 24-hour special dispensation to finish moving out beyond the deadline.  There was a phone number.  I called it and left a voicemail beg.

Finally, around 5 p.m. and our vehicles all reloaded, I was left at the front of the parade to get back to Uncle Bob's onnne moorrre timmme. My usual in-and-out road from her side of campus is called East River Road, but I've been on that road around 5 before and I could already see the backup. I know, I thought smartly- I'll cut across campus and come out on Townline Road and beat that.

Not on Graduation Day I wouldn't.  A block into my detour, we encountered real detours, as thousands of freshly minted alumni all left simultaneously out the one main drive of the campus, and we had no choice but to join them. Fortunately, I knew to turn away from the madding crowd once we got to Jefferson Road, and the clockwise Outer Loop round the city, though a mile or so longer than going our usual counterclockwise way from there, wasn't backed up at all and we got to the locker in plenty of time.

We also got two important calls. One, from RIT itself, answering my plea and giving them all of tomorrow to finish their unloading and cleaning. The other, from my own late-afternoon client, who had no problem at all with my running late. Met her round 6, took my final apartment run an hour later (Em and L. were out getting ice cream and who can blame them after all that?), and after quick runs for dinner and wine for the house, I got in the door not quite 13 hours after I went out it.

If Em needs me to go back tomorrow, of course I will, but I think, from what seems to be left in the increased time to do it in, that she's got it;)