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November 10, 2006

My Apartment/DressMonkey Stockroom

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DressMonkey boxes on the "loading dock," about to be crammed into my apartment

I used to work in moving and storage when I was younger. I would work every summer for the now defunct Barrieau Moving and Storage company in Hartford, CT. I would rub shoulders with ex-cons, bitch about not getting tips from old rich people, and gather some ridiculous stories on what kind of stuff people don't want you to see but forget to pack up before the movers arrive. With that being said, I should have been adequately prepared for the 150 very large DressMonkey boxes coming in today. And I wasn't, at all. Well, it didn't help that they showed up early, but I guess I just underestimated how large 150 boxes (garment boxes, not the ones you see in the above picture) actually are.

Now, my apartment has turned into a stock room, and as we at DressMonkey are too cheap to do pretty much anything (like get a corner of a warehouse), I'm just going to have to deal with it. But its not me that I'm worried about (I once slept in the back of a moving truck on the way from New York to Hartford, so I don't mind clutter), its my nemisis that may start to voice her discontent.

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Regardless, you should see, firsthand the sacrifices we here at DressMonkey are making to deliver a kickass product next week. Don't forget to watch your emails for some updates this weekend, and then a final start date of November 14th!

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