FIL used to work for the local pen. and then retired, so the home he rented from them, he would obviously have to vacate.
He searched around and found another home in BFE, Iowa that he could rent. But he started making "improvements" to that home first and then would move. He probably knew 4-6 weeks ahead of time when he would likely move and asked all of the kids' help about 3 weeks ago.
So we all show up at 8:00 saturday morning. One large moving truck, one enclosed trailer, two flat beds, and something like 4 trucks. We walk in and there are boxes, but really SMALL boxes. Something like 4 dozen boxes. And the rest? Not packed.
Nothing unplugged, moved, cleaned, organized or separated. It was complete and total stupidity. It took probably 12 people 5 hours to pack things into vehicles to move. I have NEVER seen so much sh*t in my life. They buy ever gadget, doodad, and whatnot they see. Oh! And sicksicksick there were bugs everywhere, DEAD CARCASSES of bugs. PILES of them. *gag*
So we spent from 8-4 moving this man, his sh*t and his wife.
H says he could probably help yesterday and says he'll call FIL to arrange what time would be best for H to come. H calls at 11:00 and FIL says that gMIL is taking them to lunch and that it won't be until later. NO. H will not sit around for 2 hours while they go to lunch. H tells FIL "I'd rather just work now, and maybe you can do a short lunch?".
FIL calls back CRYING saying that "he's done with this sh*t and over it and obviously his LUNCH just doesn't work with anyone else's schedule!". H was all "okay, nevermind"
Oy. The dude is farking crazy. But he's moved and I don't care anymore.
PS. His new house is fugly. And he's still a renter.
