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| - Okay, there was a dark time in my life a few years ago.
I bounced from 3 places ("friend's" extra rooms on a handshake, groan) looking for a decent place to live. Two YEARS of that nightmare. Change of address cards were so horrible I still have a Post Office box, even though we have lived at the same place for almost 2 years now. I'm that traumatized from the experiences.
So during all this, I did a George Carlin and was looking all over for a Place For My Stuff! I would up getting storage here and eventually moved my things a CARLOAD at a time to and from here. My g/f also was going thru a similar thing and we had to move all her stuff to a storage also for a brief time. We actually had to get her stuff from another storage from a place that was decades north on Rancho.
The Manager was interesting, but nice. He had a funny laugh. anyone remember Squiddly Diddly? sounds like he's gargling. They have a security gate and you get a pass code to use during storage hours. The storage itself was fine, it's always horrific to see how much crap you have in boxes, especially when they approach the ceiling of a storage unit. There were openings at the top of the unit that bled into others. You can conceivably reach your arm in there or if you're a pro, rig a grappling device to pull others things thru. I basically tried to stack things at least away from an arms reach if someone really had that much time to kill to fish for crap I want to sell at a flea market.
You do have to buy/use your own padlock and I recommend buying before because of course they mark up all the stuff they sell there. I have the very difficult to bolt cut off circular kind. Want it? I still have it and both keys not being used.
The agent was very thorough about the lease and describe all the actions to be taken, if we didn't pay the rent, clean the place after, etc. No illegal storage. But what caught my attention was abandoned things were to be auctioned in lots after a certain time if you no show and they confiscate your things.
I always wondered about these auctions that storage units have, just like post office, police and airport auctions. You don't know what you're getting, but there's incredible potential. There could be one little box filled with jewelry in all that crap.
I decided if I ever could get rid of all my crap, buy someone else's crap for cheaper to do some treasure hunting. Or I could wind up with tons of incomplete kitchen sets and used kids toys. Eh.
We were respectful and got all our stuff out without incident. You do get to check out a lot of people moving their things if you're stuck doing things the carload way. It's 10 times the thrill of looking into someone else's shopping cart.
What the hell is all that stuff they have? What are they going to do with it? Oh, I wouldn't mind having that cabinet. You selling?
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