Moving around due to work can be and is, a complete pain in the ass.
There’s not only the physical stress of packing, moving the furniture and unpacking, but also the necessity of living around other people who often lack polite living skills. Apartment dwellers such as CJ and I are sometimes subjected to what we jokingly refer to as “elephants” when sandwiched in the middle floor area for the manner in which they move around their place without regard to those below. Such is life and we put up with it the best that we can. Additionally there are the creepy folk who you almost never see, and god they should speak to you or even acknowledge your existence if it does even occur, or the nosy Nellie or Neil who insist on insinuating themselves into your life whether you want them or not.
