Another day, another job quit.
Okay, so this is only the third time I’ve really quit a job. Not counting summer work, or high school jobs or whatever. But I’m done working at another TV station, ready to work at another in a little more than a week. Well, “ready” in the sense that I want to get in there and hopefully be as comfortable there as I was at my current (or is that “old”) station, but I’m damn glad to have a week off to finish all this packing and moving and getting ready to miss Columbus.
It’s all actually going pretty well. Utilities cancelled, utilities ordered, addresses changed, moving truck apparently secured, and it all surrounded probably the second most surreal moment of my life.
According to U-Haul’s website, they’ve got a rental location about 5 blocks from me. Well, let it be the first sign that if you circle the block in the general area of an address 3 times, pull into a parking lot and still don’t see any U-Hauls, you should probably bail. And quick.
It started as I got out of the car, hearing a loud noise from above, I look up and see a plane flying VERY low. The airport is maybe 10-15 miles away, and planes NEVER fly as low as this one. Hell, they barely fly this low over the golf course that’s across the street from the runway! So I look again, and its Air Force FREAKING One! Pretty cool to see something that random. Well anyway, there are three guys in the corner of the lot looking up at it, talking, but I can’t hear them. I walk up to ask about the U-Hauls, and they all respond in a very thick Middle Eastern accent that they don’t have them, but I should check in the office. The office looks like its missing its chicken wire door, and that some sort of barnyard animal and a man with 8 of 32 teeth should greet me at any moment. Not quite, but there was a rusty goldfish tank, a small child, and a strange-ish older man in the corner reading some paperwork while the woman behind the horribly disorganized desk talked on the phone. Realizing there’s no way in hell they have U-Hauls there, I get ready to bail, but she gives me the “just a second” motion, and I figure it would be rude to bail. So, as I wait, I check out the wall decorations. First thing I notice is an 8 x 10 signed picture of ’70s roller disco group “Rose Royce”, authors of one of the greatest funk/soul/disco/r&b type songs of all time “Car Wash”. There were two other old r&b or soul bands above them, next to a framed and autographed poster of Arnold Schwarznegger. Then the finishing touch. Above two not-so-memorable band pictures (also autographed) is a signed black and white picture of Jenna Jameson. Let me tell you, this place just SCREAMED class.
This is partly why I now have a Budget rental truck reserved for me. U-Haul, despite the scenic and patriotic pictures on the sides of their trucks, now officially scares me. To death.