Woke up this morning and since I live in Canada it is a holiday. So doing some emails for work quickly for my overseas customers. I live in a townhouse complex and the people are moving across the way. So they have their crew there and the first thing they do is eat donuts and have a smoke. Then after an hour of moving things out of the house the owner shows up with egg and sausage Mcmuffins and of course they are all smoking again. Then I hear the question “do you have any beer” please keep in mind that it was just after 10am in the morning. So they down a couple of beers and for the next 40 minutes do nothing but drink, smoke, eat the rest of the donuts and finish of their health breakfast of McDonalds.
Can you picture this if it was all triathletes doing the move.
I really do not get how people can eat this way, drink that early in the morning and the smoking thing has never made sense to me.
I do think the grass is greener on my side of the fence.
That and we can’t lift anything heavy. It took our whole tri team to move 1 small playset for a training buddy last fall. Thank God some non tri guys showed up for the heavy stuff.
What are you talking about. I have moved a lot in the last 3 years and I have it down to a 5km pace. Just stay the hell out of my way. I would have that whole house done for them that is if I had offered but to be honest, it will be nice to not hear the Harley start up and the kids not coming in at 3am drunk.
The best part is watching them trying to drive the moving truck and the pick-up now that they have all been drinking. Now that is pretty funny. Thankfully I will not be out on my bike when they are driving and my car is in the garage. Oh ya they are on break number two in 3 hours and more beers. I think the topper is that they are going to jump in the back of the moving truck with their beers and drive to the new location.
Smoking’s out, but the eating and drinking are in with me. Let me explain.
I just spent the past few weeks moving myself from CA’s Central Valley to Monterey and my sister and bro-in-law from Gilroy to Hollister (which included installing a new sprinkler system and lawn). Hours and hours of lifting, trenching and sweating. I worked harder in a day’s moving, than a three hour ride with an hour run brick. I’ll tell you, having a fat burger and a Guiness ((or two or three) was delightful. Gotta treat yourself to some pleasure once in a while, that’s why we train the way we do.
But. I agree with your perception on your new neighbors. I’m sure the move was not an exception to their diet, probably a norm.
Recently divorced tri-friend of ours just moved into a duplex. His neighbors are party types who drink and smoke but are very friendlyand nice. He gripes about it but we told him to lighten up and go and have a beer or two with them next time they offer. But he’s kinda anal and hasn’t done so yet. Too judgemental of others IMO.
You can pick your friends but you can’t pick your neighbors. The best policy is to get along as best as possible.
Well, I wasn’t smoking. We were helping a friend move and got over there after our bike session on the trainer. Plenty of beer, and I only had to lift 4 things. Sushi for supper. Just slight differences. If it had been 10 in the morning, I wouldn’t have had the sushi.
I spent a summer working as a mover. On most crews, they were pretty much stoned 24x7. Any customer who bought us food/drink automatically got “preferred treatment” (as in, we’d be a little more careful with the delicate stuff, etc). Some customers bought us beer too, which was very cool.
One thing to bear in mind if you ever hire movers - pack your own boxes, and seal everything with tape. A lot of these guys will steal anything they can get their hands on.
THe other thing you may need to watch out for is making sure all the boxes are yours as you count them. I mistakenly signed the sheet after just doing a count and when I went to unpack, I had two boxes belonging to someone else. When I went through mine I found that the two I was missing contained CD’s and electrical equipment.
When I went to the insurer I was told that because I had signed the sheet I wasn’t entitled to recover my loss. The person who’s boxes I had were pleased to have their items returned but that left me out in the cold with nothing to show for my honesty. My boxes could not be found or recovered… hardly surprising but very annoying none the less.