Thursday, July 12, 2007

My Stuff Arrives

Living in an empty apartment is kind of boring. I had my bed roll and sleeping bag from off my motorcycle and had ended up using it a week longer than expected. I had tried to move up the date for my stuff to be delivered to no avail. I had bought a frying pan but still mainly was living off of fast food, microwaved instant food, and the last of my MRE's from the trip.
They recommend having someone else there to help check off boxes as they arrive so my friend D. came over. As he checked off box numbers. Again there was a lot of just sitting there while they moved boxes in. D. would check them off the list and I would tell them where to put them. The only thing is that all the boxes were already written where they should go so I ended up doing less then D. since I only had to tell them where to put furniture.
Now my moving advisor (their term, not mine) had told me that on the west coast they only expected something to drink. (We had donuts and orange juice but none of the movers wanted it) but on the east coast they expected a tip. I pulled some money out of the ATM but forgot about it and they left without making any hints so I guess they were happy with the donuts and orange juice more then the west coast packers.
The main thing to remember is that professional movers put little bar code number tags on EVERYTHING. I think we will be finding these stickers years from now. I think we are pretty lucky that even with our stuff going into storage and coming back out nothing was lost and only an old computer monitor that needed replacing anyway was broken.

Monday, July 09, 2007

New Job

I always find it funny starting work for a big company. The attempt to instill company loyalty at the same time as them telling you they have the right to fire you without any reason. I guess I am to cynical.
While my actual job is very casual I had to go to a three day training at the same building as all the high up people so that meant I had to dress up while at that building. I wore nice clothes under my motorcycle gear and just stripped off the gear in the coat closet so I didn't look weird. I still felt awkward walking into the building with everyone else in suits and me in a bright yellow motorcycle jacket, helmet, and pants.
This is the first time I have my own office. Up until this point I have always sat in a cubical. I don't know if it is just something to get used to but it seems like I am isolated and does not feel as much like teamwork when I can't just spin my chair around and talk to someone. I guess it is something I will have to get used to.

Monday, July 02, 2007

New Home

So I still had one week till work started and two weeks until all my stuff arrived. This means I only had the stuff I carried on my motorcycle, an empty apartment, and an empty schedule.
The first thing I did was to buy some new clothes while at my friends house. I felt kind of silly walking around NYC in my motorcycle pants but until I bought more pants it was my only option. On the 1st of July I had an apartment so I took the train home. My first to-do was to fix my motorcycle. Until that happened I had to explore my new town by foot. The road that I lived on had no sidewalk and cars were flying by. While it was fun to walk everywhere in town it was not safe to walk to and from home so I fixed my motorcycle as soon as I could.
The next order of business was to buy things for the apartment. There was a lot of stuff that was broken so we threw it away instead of moving it. I was able to fit things like a laundry basket, mop, and broom on the motorcycle through smart use of the bungee nets. Groceries presented a problem because a one gallon jug of milk filled up my side case. For all the trips I was careful enough to not buy to much food so I never had to figure out what to do if it would not fit.
I had originally planned to get here the weekend before starting work. This time off was much more enjoyable since it allowed me time to just ride around and figure out what was around. My wife also had mailed my laptop and some more clothes so when they arrived I could use the internet to figure out what was around.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Cross Country Trip Epilog

This trip was not without incident. My little things of having my foot peg slip and my chain coming off do not compare to D. who had crashed into the side of a mountain because he got distracted by the scenery in Yosemite. He had spent a three week re-building his bike and healing before meeting up with me.
Originally D. and I had planned to ride north up to St. James Bay in Canada. That along with riding around Lake Superior and only riding around 200 miles a day would have made out trip a week longer. I guess the planning of someone with experience of riding across the country is something we didn't have. The St. James Bay part got cut because neither of us trusted his bike without a overhaul. We ended up riding much longer than planned for no real reason other then being in the riding mindset. If I had estimated the timeline better I would have gone to my sisters wedding. As it was, I had made the decision not to go because I thought it would have forced me to ride to many miles a day on my motorcycle which I considered dangerous.
D. was used to riding in New York City so going across the country he was speeding and cutting through traffic every chance he could. I had a lot less experience riding and was used to a much more laid back style of riding. I think our riding style got on each other's nerves quite a few times, but he never could answer my question: Why are you speeding when you are on vacation?
We both got burned out pretty easy. D. had been traveling for two months and after the crash no wonder he just wanted to be home. I had been going non-stop for months and a cross country trip is not the relaxing kind of vacation.
In reality though I think our trip went great. Out of what I stated above I enjoyed every bit of the trip. I was amazed at everything we saw and how many people thought we were doing something beyond anything they could do. I guess this was one of those things someone is supposed to do to have a "full life".