First thing we did was unload [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1006844092115853353/1040012427976245289/20221109_132652.jpg]this load[/url]. The dresser with the mirror and everything before it down to the black trunk, and that white cabinet off to the side. That sucked to carry on my own but whatever. After that I had to lug around assorted junk for the boss lady to pack up. She's 80 something and don't move so good these days, hence why she pays me to do it. It involved a lot of trips down to the murder basement and back, carrying up pottery and such. Everything was caked in dust and spiderwebs, which is fine cuz spiders are bros. After packing some stuff in boxes, we loaded the van with [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1006844092115853353/1040012428299218944/20221109_132759.jpg]new stuff[/url]. Thankfully the heaviest thing in this load was an old wooden trunk with these foldout shelves inside. Twas neat, not like a hundred something bucks neat but still. I did some other stuff; removed some screws and nails from some things, pulled stuff from high places, sliced my arm open on some broken glass and made a mess because I'm anemic, and I filled [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1006844092115853353/1040012428571852800/20221109_132705.jpg]this bike[/url] up and rode it down the road and back to see how it ran. Twas fun, I want a motorcycle. I hate cars but bikes are fine for some reason. I think it's the lack of being enclosed in a death box that'll smash me into a gorey mess of limbs and bloody pudding in an accident. The pay was a few hundo, which goes to Internet and electric, a foot long cold cut combo and two cokes, and [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1006844092115853353/1039983892251295844/20221109_132123.jpg]this neat fan[/url]. I think it'll look nice on my wall beside the mask. So that was my day. I smell like mold, gas, and swampass. Just women's work ya know?