The movers are in the living room and I am in the bedroom working on my laptop. There is no way that I am going to leave my laptop alone with these movers. First of all, some of the four guys out there look pretty scruffy, probably off the street getting paid at hourly rates as movers, carrying and shlepping stuff while they build up a few dollars to spend tomorrow. A laptop would be a great prize.

I move so frequently that I’m getting used to the whole messy business, the packing, the unpacking, the throwing out and the trying to squeeze everything into the new apartment which is always too small no matter how large it is. As far as the movers are concerned, I find it’s all a matter of luck. There are good movers and bad movers, expensive and cheap movers, movers with insurance and movers who tell you they have and don’t even know what the word insurance means.

Every time I go through this moving exercise I pull out my checklist and mentally tick off each item as I question the manager of the moving company. It doesn’t help. Nothing seems to help, except a little good luck.