Hello children. Now climb up on Your Nasty Nephew Andrew's knee, while he
tells you a story of long ago. [Less than 6 months. --Ed] It all began
when Andrew used to work for a company called White Wolf. Twice while
Andrew worked there, White Wolf up and moved. Eventually Andrew
tracked them down.
Anyway, both times White Wolf decided that hiring professional movers
was unnecessary. Did I mention that White Wolf is a game design company?
We all know of the fabled strength and coordination of gamers. Admittedly,
the warehouse ladies are damn tough but . . . well, here's a list of top
White Wolf moving experiences:
Watching the warehouse ladies move 20 tons of books and one giant black phallus.
Getting to see the Movers of Doom carry sensitive computer equipment down a 75-degree incline.
Watching Mark, one of White Wolf's owners, watch the Movers of Doom to ensure that they didn't steal any of the precious books. (At the end we pretty much gave the MOD whatever they wanted.)
Getting sick on stolen mall candy provided by a new employee who wandered around with a black trenchcoat over his emaciated frame while scaring the Movers of Doom.
Trying to lug boxes of books out of where they were stored in the bathroom.
Trying to figure out ways to cover the gaping holes in the walls so the landlord wouldn't notice.
Thinking of innovative ways to get out of cleaning detail e.g. Yep, have to go to LA to visit a sick Chihuahua.
Watching Mike Tinney's thumb get amputated by a dropped desk.
Sweating like a pig stuck in a blast furnace each time.
Quitting one month after the last move.
Watching the warehouse ladies move 20 tons of books and one giant black phallus.
