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So Very Boned

Today I shifted furniture. I dragged everything out on the driveway, then I went to Handy Rentals and hired a truck. It had an automatical transmission, which I've never driven before, and was an actual TRUCK - I mean, like with no rear view mirror and massive blindspots.

I managed to get the truck across town, and managed to steer it round the side of the house (just). Then I lifted 150 kilograms of bed, chair, wardrobe, chest of drawers, 2 bookcases, a stool, a table and 4 chairs a metre up off the driveway to load it into the back of said truck.

I then reversed the truck (using only the mirrors, since I didn't have a helper - that was scary) around the side of the house and drove the truck to the Recycling centre, who took a bookcase and told me the rest was crap. So I drove the truck to the tip and dumped the lot. (I managed to give the table and chairs to a guy at the tip, which was good). I returned the truck across town again, it only used $1.65 of diesel.

God I'm so extremely tired. I have bruises all over my legs from bashing 150kg of sharp edges into them. It's like, 3 times my bodyweight. All in all it must have been about 220kg of work I reckon. From now on, I'm only going to purchase furniture that comes apart into light, manageable pieces. Maybe blow-up furniture is the way to go.

The thing that I realised today is that I can't wait to come up to the North Island, where I know far more people that I could coerce into helping. Learn from my Christchurch mates, and claim a bad back. Bastards! I find it hard to believe that of the 3 males I know down here, all three simultaneously suffered back failure on the very day I needed to bribe them to move heavy furniture. And what sucked even more was, they wouldn't even lend me their SUV so I had to hire and drive an expensive, scary, scary scary TRUCK!

So... very... boned!