I am in an absolute RAGE right now. Andrew isn't available to vent to, so the lucky recipient of my lividness is you, dear reader.
I am working on putting away my scrapbooking stuff. If you know me well, you know how important scrapbooking is to me. I have spent years collecting these things and I take great pride in my collection. I take good care of my things and expect them to last me a long time. Well, apparently the idiot movers don't think so. Oh man, I think there is steam coming out my ears. I am angry beyond words.
Apparently when this dimwit packed my stuff, he DUMPED my neatly organized drawers into a cardboard box. No stacking, no setting it in...nothing. All my cards that I spent hours making are bent. A large 11 x 14 wedding picture - irreplaceable - is completely crumpled. Entire pads of patterned paper are bent and ripped. My foam stamps have bends and creases in them and are good for nothing now.
Aside from the insult of the complete lack of respect for my things, I am TICKED that I have to spend money to replace these things. Next time, I'm packing my treasures myself. And never again will I trust some baboon of a mover to pack for me. AARGH! I can't even think of a good insulting word - that's how mad I am. That mover is lucky I don't live in Oklahoma anymore. Because if I did, I would go after him with all my wrath.