The Move (Part Three)

With all the planning, preparing and packing for my big move, it has been a whirlwind of a week! I have my brand-new trusty Palm Pilot at hand with notes, lists and the little beeping reminder thing it does when I have a very important lunch meeting/retailing/manicure appointment (and would have forgotten otherwise). How did I ever exist without it? I must admit that when the whole world was obsessed with day planners and huge scrapbook-sized organizers I vowed never to get sucked into that-it's so much more hip to carry a shiny little titanium piece of technology that fits into the palm (pun!) of your hand, as well as into its own little pocket in my also-brand-new über-chic executive handbag. I am reaching entirely new levels of efficiency and stylishness!

And speaking of stylish, I had a bit of a setback at the car rental agency. My strategy was to get there very early so that I could have the pick of the litter. How was I to know that in the world of car rental "early" is the indecent hour of 7:00 am ! My choices at 10:30 am were very few indeed, and the Smirking Rental Agent took great glee in informing me of my limited selection. A station wagon with faux wood trim, broken grille and rusty luggage rack was the only vehicle left that had enough storage capacity for my collection of lovely shoes. AND it was a sort of faded grunt-green color that would totally clash with my OPI Malaga Wine manicure! My spirits were definitely flagging, especially when a very put-together woman confidently strode in, slapped down some sort of magic card, and was presented with the keys to a ruby red metallic SUV that suddenly appeared curbside. Apparently you are supposed to reserve your vehicle of choice in advance. How, may I ask, is the general public supposed to know these things? When the Smirking Rental Agent left the counter to fawn over some other VIP who had come in, I questioned the other (nicer and much cuter) agent further and found that there was indeed another SUV waiting in the secret-really-cool-car-section. It had been reserved for early pickup but no one had shown up yet. Nicer-and-Much-Cuter hurriedly whipped out a rental agreement, had me sign, and a huge black vehicle pulled up to the loading area. Very Gangsta-Rapper-in-Town-For-a-Première, but it w as a basic black which is always classic and chic. I would just put on a baseball cap backwards (or sideways, I can never remember which) with perhaps a little bling and be good to go!

So I donned my designer shades and pulled Big Nelly, which is what I am calling this locomotive, onto the highway and headed home to begin meticulously packing and loading my treasures. Couldn't help driving very slowly past previous place of employment (as everyone was heading to lunch) so they could observe, speculate and envy. (It's never any fun to change jobs unless everyone at the old job wishes they were you, starting a glamorous new job and moving up the corporate ladder a little more quickly!) Newly acquired executive image was spoiled somewhat when I couldn't find the brake pedal and nearly squashed pedestrians in the crosswalk. Apparently must practice driving in new chunky wedge sandals as well as walking in them.

Nice-and-Much-Cuter had informed that because he had "expedited" my rental (before Mr. Smirky-pants got back to the desk to put the kibosh on it) there had not been time to fill the gas tank and I would need to do that soon. So I stopped at a gas station on the way home. There were a few cars in line, so I waited my turn, only to find that I had pulled to the wrong side of the gas pump. I tried to maneuver Big Nelly around and only succeeded in wedging the vehicle between two pumps and blocking access to the pay station. So I dragged the hose up over the top of the vehicle and by standing on the hose with one foot was able to cram the nozzle into the gas tank. While in this somewhat indecorous position I heard someone say, "What on earth are you doing?" Startled, my foot slipped off the gas hose and I experienced one of the most humiliating wedgies of all time, made even more so when I looked up to see Jeb, ex-love-of-my-life, standing behind me with a questioning little smile on his lips.

In the midst of all my planning and packing I had completely forgotten to let Jeb know that I had a new job and was moving across country...

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