They'll help me. Here then, is a rough timeline of the unfortunate events that accompanied my move. I get the new job, and an apartment. Every weekend, I make the 250 mile round trip to bring stuff from the old place in my car. My neighbor kindly tells the electric company to cut off my power since I don't live there any more, so all my packing is done in 110-degree heat.
Weekend trips continue.
A friend loans me his truck, the one time I am able to borrow a vehicle. At least now I have my bed. Sleeping on the floor sucks. My sanity begins to slip. I find out, on the day I pick it up, that it has no air-conditioning.