“Hell is helping an unprepared person move to another place.”
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I should win a writing competition for that one sentence alone. I’ve heard legends of people who are both motivated to help themselves and be prepared in advance of moving residences. Like unicorns speaking Japanese, they are exceedingly rare, if they indeed do exist. Even the venerable Dante would’ve tossed the white towel in, contemplating someone else move from one house to another.

Before I start, this blog entry isn’t about you. You are a great person. You’re motivated, organized, and never procrastinate. When you ask someone for help, you are going to do everything you can to ensure that other people’s time is appreciated. This story is about those other miscreants, the ones who incite insanity in their friends and family. (Likewise, I am equally innocent in the finely crafted art of abusing one’s friends and family in the quixotic quest to move.) Let’s collectively shake our heads in disapproval at those fools who don’t plan ahead – and meanwhile hope that the “lightning of hypocrisy” doesn’t smite us. (Or as John Oliver so eloquently put it, “The mittens of disapproval.”) I’m not telling this story to embarrass anyone – as no one will know who I’m talking about. If you mistakenly think I’m talking about you, you are wrong. Even if you insist that, yes, I am talking about you (which I’m not), no purpose will be achieved by your raising your hand in objection.
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Moving tip #7: ‘Moving’ is not the same as ‘packing.’ Are you asking for help to ‘move’ or to ‘pack?’ Critically important.
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Moving tip #7, part (a): When you show up to assist in a move, you expect to mostly touch large objects or stacks of packed boxes, rather than 1256 loose dolls, mismatched plates, and memorabilia from a 1997 New Kids on the Block collection – covered in dust, spider webs, or cat urine.

If you are being helped to move, please don’t come into the living room to see a group of sweaty, irritable people and say something helpful like “Be careful with that, it’s valuable.” No, no it is NOT valuable. It is crap that no one in the northern hemisphere would want in their living room. And, as a matter of fact, we are being as careful as we can, even though we want to build a catapult and see how far we can launch your monstrosities into the field behind your apartment.
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While I’m at it, please also NEVER say this: “If you break it, you have to replace it.” Please read the Mover’s Credo. It clearly stipulates that unless the person moving is paying you twice the going labor rate and is responsible for damage to both your body and vehicles, the people helping to move are allowed to do literally anything to your stuff, including testing explosives with it, hammering things randomly with old shoes, and standing inside the drawers of your vanity.

Moving tip #7, part (b): Time and effort are valuable. Respecting your friend’s time and energy for helping is the minimum reciprocal evidence of this. Be prepared as much as humanly possible before people show up. Each case is different. People love helping people who are helping themselves and not wasting their time. People also love not answering calls or texts from those who do not follow standard moving protocol. If you want to hear creative excuses from people, mistreat them once during a move. They will act as if your hair is shooting hot strands of Ebola and you will never see them again unless they accidentally appear on “America’s Most Wanted.”

Moving tip #2: If you are moving, don’t get mad or frustrated at those who are helping. There are those who say that good friends (or family) will help – and help in any fashion possible. They will also say that you shouldn’t put conditions on those you are helping. (Such as, “If you show up and the people moving are still asleep, hungover, on the couch, you should smile and do whatever is asked without complaint.”) Those people are not only wrong, but also of the same ilk you might find at Amway conventions or trying to ice skate in their socks.
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Moving tip #234: If you move too often, don’t pretend you can’t understand why people aren’t lining up to help you. It’s okay to move once and a while, but if you are moving more often than someone needing a crack fix, you don’t need friends to help you move, you need a life coach and counseling. As a last resort, please also consider buying a U-Haul truck and convert it into an apartment – cutting out all the middlemen in the process. Think of it as an impromptu trailer, or as the crazy people refer to them, “manufactured housing.” (P.S. As someone who has lived in trailers, they are not housing. They are intense psychological devices used to gauge how crazy someone might get before moving to Siberia for the view.)
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Moving tip #1: If you are not using professional movers, it needs to be because you can’t afford it, and not because you’ve planned poorly or would rather use the money to go to the casino, eat lunch out every day of the week, or because you want to buy a car or purse that costs more than major dental work. Not using professional movers is a last resort. No one likes packing 16,000 boxes and loose items into every available vehicle and then caravanning down the road like a band of homeless nomads, items piled over, under, and around each vehicle. Losing a dresser on the highway is stupid. Putting your third cousin in the back of the pickup truck to hold is steady so that it won’t fall is stupid, too. It’s darned funny watching him try to not fly over the hood of the truck like a drunken trapeze artist, though. If you are driving such a vehicle, hit the brakes randomly and with considerable force just to learn what a screaming, angry cousin looks like in the rearview mirror.
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Moving tip #45: Except in cases of emergency, moving is a massive planning activity. Don’t wait until the last month, week, day or hour. Build a time machine, if necessary, to get it all done.
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Moving tip #89: The reality is that most of your stuff should probably not be moved; rather, it should be thrown without regard into large rectangular containers with “Waste Management” emblazoned on the side.
Moving tip #3: Moving is the perfect time to evaluate your hoarding tendency. With the exception of really poor people, most people have too much personal garbage masquerading as “stuff we need.” Unless you are going to use your 7 sets of dinnerware to hold an impromptu Skeet Shoot, discard it happily.

Moving tip #51: If you choose to have people help you move and if you are able, pay those helping you. Pay them generously. Feed them. Honor their time. Good friends won’t take advantage of your offer and neither should you take advantage of your friends.
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Moving tip #56: If friends or family offer to pitch in financially to help you pay movers, accept this offer without condition. It saves friendships, reduces stress, and avoids many of the pitfalls of moving. There is no crime in someone having money to donate to make your life easier.
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Moving tip #85: Don’t get mad at anyone for refusing to help you move – they’ve probably been abused in the process of helping others and have learned to use any available lame excuse to get out of it. People have bad backs, sore arms, and things going on in their lives that are unknown to everyone else. Don’t pressure them with anger or guilt – unless you are a female over 45 with grandchildren. If that’s the case, guilt the hell out of them, as it is part of your role in society to be that way.
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Moving tip #99: Moving is not a chance to spend time with your friends and family. If you say, “Well, moving gives us a chance to spend time together,” you need to reconsider how you plan your social calendar. Moving is not a social engagement, it is a horrid load of work and stress, one which presents constant opportunity to become stressed, angry or injured – this isn’t the case with parties or get-togethers. No one wants to help you move – not really. We will help because it is the right thing to do, or somehow hope that you will reciprocate if we ever need a hand. At any moment, there is someone helping who is fantasizing about killing you to get out of further moving. You can bank on it.
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Moving tip #46: if you are moving, have every single thing in boxes or packaged BEFORE anyone shows up to “help.” Unless someone has volunteered to help you with the boxing. (The other acceptable case is if you have rented a compactor or large trash dumpster to just throw your stuff directly into.)

A few years ago, I was involved in a couple of moves that ruined my entire outlook. Being naturally grouchy before the moves only amplified my displeasure at how they turned out. In one instance, several able-bodied people were supposed to show up to a house with everything packed and ready to be loaded. It turned out to be me and just one other person. Nothing in the house was packed, nothing had been disassembled, and no organizational plan had been started. To make matters worse, the entire house was covered in animal feces and urine. Every item we touched was wet, smeared, or had animal waste on it or under it. The floors were slippery with it. For a week after trying to move this house, I had the stench of it in my nostrils. My wife watched me gag and recoil at even common smells. This sounds like an exaggeration for effect. I’m not embellishing. Nothing in the house should have been salvaged. It should have all been thrown in the dump. It was disgusting. I felt bad for the people I was moving, but I also felt righteously angry at myself for not saying “Hell, no!” when I realized how bad it was. We had no running water to wash with, or to drink. And the house had no running air. We were trapped in a death box of animal waste. I routinely mentally reference that experience as I watch episodes of “Hoarders.” As I watch, I sometimes tell myself that it pales in comparison to what I’ve experienced.
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I’ll never do it again. I swore to not help anyone after that incident. I broke my word to myself because circumstances put me in a difficult situation. Before I neglect to say so, that’s another key point: people who need help are exempt from all my ranting nonsense. If you are sick, elderly, or unable physically or mentally, we will jump in and help to our ability. We might crack sarcastic jokes, but we don’t resent you as a person for needing help. We just despise the act of moving. We like you and want to help – but at the same time, helping unprepared people move is only slightly better than watching your dentist do a root canal on the wrong tooth.

If someone asks me to help, I offer to pitch in to pay for professional movers and/or a moving truck. If 4 or 5 people offer the same, we can pay for the same service I would have provided to family or friends. Except that we all know you weren’t going to have all your stuff gathered and ready to be picked up once and put on a large vehicle. We are going to show up and find you on the couch, drool hanging from your mouth, piles of dirty laundry amassed nearby, and all hope escaping from your house in a dark, black cloud.
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I highly recommend paying young people or college students to help move. They are, after all, supposed to be learning. Moving helps them to understand the cruelty of human nature, as even the “Lord of the Flies” fails to compare when stacked against the incivility and brutality of the average move. After they’ve been paid to move someone, sit them down and tell them if they fail to meet their life goals, they might have to do such a job for a living. I’m certain that the horrific experience of moving will indeed provide the exact motivation for any intelligent person to recoil in horror and to gather his or her ambition with renewed fervor.
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(I’ve heard rumors that the State of Indiana is considering eliminating prisons and instead going to force convicted felons to help people move. The ACLU is already preparing a challenge based on ‘excessive cruelty.’)
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Moving tip #134: the rolls of packing tape can be used to subdue and silence anyone standing around talking instead of helping.
Now that I have written all that: I have just one question. Will you help me move this Saturday?
I made this profile picture for Facebook after a tortuous process of needless stupidity from them.
Don’t think for a second that just because you’re using a real name on social media, especially Facebook, that your account can’t or won’t be suspended, without notice. In one second, you’ll vanish. Your wall won’t be visible, your messenger won’t work, and all of your years of pictures, messages, and information will vanish. It will then be up to the whim of some anonymous functionary to decide your virtual fate.
(By the way, yes I know that it’s free. Having said that, I would pay a fee for using the service if I had more control of how the site works and uses cookies and other tracking tools. I would also enjoy the benefit of being subjected to random and subjective rules, implemented haphazardly and without recourse.)
It happened to me. Even though my name, X Teri, is authentic, it didn’t help me. Back in 2007 when I set up my Facebook account, I had to fax/scan my driver’s license and birth certificate to them. It was a pain in the ass back then, but I did it, figuring it was the cost of having an interesting name. The accepted my IDs and I went on about using their service.
Periodically over the years, I’d get a notice saying some drooling conservative -or family member – had anonymously reported me as using a fake profile. I’d send the same stuff to Facebook and the complaint would obviously be fixed, all without causing a massive mess.
This time, however, Facebook rendered my account invisible and locked me out. They told me “they’d let me know.” It didn’t matter that they had all my identification from all the previous anonymous issues. They didn’t check. They didn’t check to see that my own personal website was listed on my “About” profile.
I was lucky. My account was gone for about a day. In the interim, I found out that many people couldn’t even get past the sign-up page with their legal names. People with 1 letter in their names, or even 2 letters, couldn’t sign up. This is a huge impediment to many groups with shorter names. It’s also a terrible business decision. You can demand that people use their legal names – but you can’t deny them access and then fail to offer an appeal or secondary process to help them.
Last year, when Facebook stepped into a quagmire with the transgender crowd, I watched as the company stumbled around, trying to figure out how to quiet the riot while simultaneously continue to abuse people’s identities.
Identity is a subject I know a great deal about. Privacy is another.
Again, I learned from Facebook’s fumbling of this issue. I doubt they did, however.
Ongoing Privacy Rant #365…
I’ll mention a highly personal story to illustrate part of my point. When I started genealogy, I ran into resistance from some people. For them, it was a threat. Learning new things about people or digging into the past does indeed drag up old bones and skeletons fall out of the closet by the dozens. Most of us have said or done stupid things in our lives. The internet has changed just how pervasive the access to it might be, but not that it has always been findable if you want to look. My dad, for example, was a world-renowned drinker – and he was the type who sometimes routinely engaged in violent and/or risky behavior when he drank. In fact, I would say it was one of his key legacies. It’s the truth and I don’t make it sound worse just by mentioning it. But even for me, I know full well it wasn’t the sum total of his life. On March 21st, 1970, he was driving drunk while my cousin was in the car with him. An accident occurred and my cousin was killed. (You can find it in the newspaper archives and maybe in the digitized broadcasts from local stations.) My dad was also in prison at Pendleton in Indiana in the mid-60s. He had a lot of DWIs and run-ins with authority. People can be mad at me because I consider those things to be noteworthy. They aren’t the only noteworthy things about his life. But they are publicly available facts, ones which should be included in his life. He was more than a drinker – but it is part of his legacy. Family members shouldn’t be mad at the internet or public records simply because the information exists. And they shouldn’t try to quash even the idea that these things happened. His life speaks for itself, as does yours and mine. It’s where we end up that matters and how we adapt to what we learn. The mistakes we make often are permanently available for others to learn about.
In my own life, I have been writing several different posts about privacy. In the middle of it all, unrelated to various posts-in-progress, I had something happen that goes to the very heart of privacy and each person’s reaction to realizing that they have none. A really great person was experiencing that realization that the internet never forgets. I hated to see someone worry so much about the information that was ‘out there.’ None of us wants our lives, especially the less-than-stellar parts, shown on live television or in the newspaper. (Much less discussed at the water cooler.) No ill intent was at work with the recent issue and no one was looking at the person with judgement. But he/she thought this was the case and began to worry about the reminder to his or her legacy. It is agonizing to have made a mistake and wish more than anything to go back and do it differently. This is something we all are learning as our lives become more and more digitized and at our fingertips. You can easily find out what nonsense I’ve been in trouble for, and I can probably see that you once lost your mind temporarily and donated money to the GOP. We can laugh about it, hopefully learn from it, and do things differently.
Google yourself. Or use duckduckgo.com. Try versions of your names. Add the state to your search, used advanced options or try different criteria. Click on the “images” or “maps” tabs.
I’ve rarely googled a person and found few results. With a little creativity or page-clicking, most people have considerable information about themselves floating around the internet. It’s usually on the first page of the results, too.
Using public searches is how I always help others find missing loved ones, their fathers, old classmates, or people they are curious about. It’s not some secret methodology. Really, anyone can learn to be quite adept at information culling if they are patient or don’t mind trying 64 different combinations of the same searches. There are so many free places to search that a list would be quite long. If you start googling and clicking links, you’ll get the idea immediately. When you reach the point where you can figure out how information is referenced (or how one thing necessarily leads to another, even though it may not be obvious), you will open up an entirely new level of inquiry.
Yes, your picture is almost always out there, too. No, it’s never the flattering pictures, the ones when you were 25 and buff, or being presented a National IQ award. They tend to be when you have just been arrested, appeared in a before/after weight loss ad as the ‘before’ picture, or from when you worked somewhere horrific. If you participate in social media, there will be more. Likewise, if your friends and family do social media, even when you don’t, your picture and name will be much more likely to be all over the internet. It surprises some people who don’t have Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram that their pictures are on the internet, and discoverable by searching.
I’m going to tell you a secret: someone knows all your dirty laundry. With some people, everyone knows about it. And yes, they were almost all gossiping about it at some point. It’s a distinctly human trait to want to share and trade crazy stories. But like all things, we move on to either more important things or redirect toward the next person acting crazy. The bell can’t be unrung and if you look backwards at those events you could drive yourself crazy. You learn and you move on.
(Also, did you share a deep, dark secret with someone? Well, someone else probably knows about that, too, even though you will never know that it was shared with someone else in most cases.)
If you did something crazy or made the news, the internet will never forget. If you were arrested, your picture will float around forever. There are many sites which get revenue for people clicking around and searching. There are throwaway weekly magazines with titles such as “Jailbird,” endless facebook mugshot-swapping sites, and even most government agencies publishing the pictures of all inmates.
I’ve seen experts claim that they can’t be located on the internet or that the internet has been ‘scrubbed.’ Like the mysterious “Credit Report Fix-It” claims, these guys are usually quite mistaken. There are those who are indeed very hard to find. But they are as rare as purple chickens. When privacy experts are being honest with you, they will tell you that all your mistakes are available for the world to see. Trying to conceal them usually invokes “The Streisand Effect,” and then draws the very attention you were trying to avoid.
The above is all true without using any paid services. For a small fee, you might as well have published your entire life history on a public Facebook post. Believe me; everything significant that has ever been placed on paper is going to be in those files. They might be in several places, but it is all out there, probably forever. Some services are cheap while others are more expensive.
Perhaps more disconcerting is that as you gain more experience in life you are much more likely to be open to review. Do you have professional certifications? Degrees? Business Licensing? Registered with your city, county, state or federal government for any reason? Notary? Minister? Teacher? Lawyer? Doctor? Nurse? The more credentialed you are, the more times you are going to be indexed and the easier it is to find you and find out things about you. Especially when you trip and fall through the proverbial plate glass window in your personal life. Brush the glass off and stop worrying that “everyone knows.” Of course they are going to know!
Privacy is a leprechaun.
Privacy Rant 77…That creepy guy Steve at work? He knows where you live – and you told him, even though you didn’t realize it at the time.
I keep seeing helpful tips about how to be safe. The problem is that they are mostly wrong. Whether you are talking about Facebook and social media or general life, you are broadcasting much more information than you want to.
I’m not trying to be provocative or to anger anyone. I’m trying to get people to stop focusing on small details at the expense of bigger concerns.
You can take logical precautions to be safer, and you should. But you need to know that social media isn’t the biggest danger. I can’t help but get irritable when I read long posts from “experts” about what to do or not do on social media, including posting photos, tagging your location, or sharing. Where you are is already publicly available to Creepy Steve. He’s not on your Facebook – and he doesn’t need to be.
Do you have a birthday? Since you are reading, I’m assuming ‘yes’ is the answer. Do other people know when it is? Again, ‘yes’ probably applies. I’m not even talking about the year – just the day and month. Whether it is visible to anyone on social media or you have a party or communal card-signing by coworkers, you’ve given away the only information a person needs to find you.
Click this link: https://goo.gl/yG4vMu for the Arkansas Voter Registration page. (Yes, you could go to the courthouse and look at the information. But to keep it more authentic, I’m using information you can use at home, without putting down your bag of Cheetos.) Since the site doesn’t kick you off for guessing wrong, you can keep guessing the year or the exact spelling. When you succeed, you will have the registered voter’s address. Not a registered voter?
You can access property records online. (Yes, you could go to the courthouse for them, too.) For example, here is 1 link for the Carroll County property records: /www.actdatascout.com/CountyHome/PublicRealEstateSearchByName. Start with less information, such as last name only and keep going. You will eventually find the person’s property records, a map and layout of their house, copies of deeds, the school districts, and aerial shot of the house, access to pictures of the front, where the doors and windows are, what kind of utilities they use (and who the companies are), and examples of the person’s signature. Among other things. Don’t own property, either? I’ll get to that later.
For most of us, even without discussing social media, the fact that you vote or own property – two common and vital activities in our society – exposes you to privacy concerns. I mentioned the birthday point because so many people believe they are doing well by not having their year of birth shared, or visible only to close friends. The truth is that none of that matters. Any acknowledgement of your birthday, public or private, cyber or real, exposes you to intruders, as does owning property or voting.
So, as you read all the viral safety tips posted by family, friends, and law enforcement, please remember that where you live is probably available to anyone.
P.S. If you are going to worry about every little thing, stop and consider all those school stickers or silhouettes people stick all over their fancy SUVs. Each of them identifies either that you have children of a certain age or where you yourself went to school. Creepy Steve can misuse that information. A few months ago, someone was bragging about how protective they were of such information and I could clearly see how many kids they had and where they went to school – all from seeing the back of their vehicle. She was dumbfounded because it had never occurred to her that she was driving around in a vehicular billboard broadcasting to the world how many kids she had and where they could be found. (And it had nothing to do with social media.)
I made the above tongue-in-cheek argument, hoping to perhaps disparage both the learning of algebra and the anti-vaxxers. (I fit the futility of algebra and the crazy of anti-vax into one pithy meme. You owe me $1. Thanks)
https://goo.gl/PEBQv7 (How Anti-Vaxxers Sound – YouTube) This link uses satire to drive home the point of the idiocy of many anti-vax arguments. Comedy tends to do a better of unmasking the absurdity of arguments.
I’ve yet to meet someone who demands the right to avoid vaccinations who isn’t missing a few threads on their bolts. I’ve seen some online who have great control of their arguments – but only when their arguments are used singularly; taken as a whole, it is fairly crazy. Personally, I’ve never met someone with doubts about vaccinations who doesn’t also do some other unrelated and even more dangerous things. But I can’t seem to tell them that. “They” are different from everyone else.
Vaccinations should be avoided only in demonstrable cases of medical necessity and then only under very strict conditions. Parents withholding them should be treated as if they are abusing their children and expect punishment for violating the social compact of immunization.
As for the “religious exemption” justification for forgoing immunizations, I’m not sure if I have a big enough “You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me” stamp to hammer it with. Part of the price of admission to society is by participating in reasonable restrictions to how crazy you can talk and act. There is no sugar-coating the goofiness of allowing ignorance about cause and effect to affect public health.
Regardless of how strongly you believe your religion and scientific grasp goes to protect you, you need to stop perpetuating the illogical nonsense of anti-vax arguments. While prayer may or may not help you, it has been shown to have no effect on infection rates or statistical models of contagious disease.