The Move
Holy shit was the move to our new digs horrible.
Yes - it got done and I got in OK (more or less unscathed) but the process to get there was no less than chaotic.
I knew it the second the movers walked in the door. They were surly and nasty and it pissed me off. We had these same two guys move us last time and they were great. I couldn't believe that they were such dickheads this time.
I guess what happened was that the person who answers the phone and books the jobs seriously underestimated the time that it would take to move me. They showed up at 7:30 that morning and were supposed to start another job at 11:00 after they had finished my job. Yeah, right. They were beyond pissed, and the only person they could take it out on was me.
Oh - and I was never told that all they would take was cash. That was fun. And I couldn't get in touch with Rick. He wasn't answering his phone. I needed money so I wrote a check out of his account into mine and made a huge withdrawl. Thank goodness the bank opened at 9:00 on Saturday not 11:00. Good Lord.
They movers started to refuse to move any of Ricks gear bags that were in the garage. They "weren't in boxes". Goddammit, motherfuckers. I'm 9 months pregnant. Do you expect me to move them by myself?!?!?! Finally my Italian Long Island loudmouth friend showed up to help. They moved the bags. Thank you Christine. I will forever be grateful.
Finally I had had enough. On the way to the new place, I called the moving company and asked their scheduler to take them off the afternoon job (which was bigger than mine) because the guys were so bent out of shape. If they were pissed off now, I knew that they would be beyond pissed when they got to the new place with three flights of stairs. I told him my situation and that I really couldn't handle the attitudes around me. Please do something so they won't be so nasty. They got taken off the afternoon job. The attitudes got better.
Again, Christine came to the rescue. She unpacked my entire kitchen. Mom played traffic cop with the movers and Dick assembled my rocking chair and some other things.
About 4:00 I was done. I needed to lay down and rest. I needed to take a shower.
Ahhhh... a nice hot shower.
Nope.
The pilot light which I thought was lit for two weeks was not. And after three tries it still wouldn't light. Goddammit.
At this point it's 6:00 PM. I call SDG&E. They say they'll be out sometime before midnight. Goddammit. They show up about 45 minutes later (thank you!!!) and there was so much air in the line that it took over 30 seconds to bleed it out. They guy pulled out a huge crescent wrench and twisted a nut and out it came. Definantely something I couldn't have done on my own.
Hot water by 8:00. It was the best shower I ever took.
Yes - it got done and I got in OK (more or less unscathed) but the process to get there was no less than chaotic.
I knew it the second the movers walked in the door. They were surly and nasty and it pissed me off. We had these same two guys move us last time and they were great. I couldn't believe that they were such dickheads this time.
I guess what happened was that the person who answers the phone and books the jobs seriously underestimated the time that it would take to move me. They showed up at 7:30 that morning and were supposed to start another job at 11:00 after they had finished my job. Yeah, right. They were beyond pissed, and the only person they could take it out on was me.
Oh - and I was never told that all they would take was cash. That was fun. And I couldn't get in touch with Rick. He wasn't answering his phone. I needed money so I wrote a check out of his account into mine and made a huge withdrawl. Thank goodness the bank opened at 9:00 on Saturday not 11:00. Good Lord.
They movers started to refuse to move any of Ricks gear bags that were in the garage. They "weren't in boxes". Goddammit, motherfuckers. I'm 9 months pregnant. Do you expect me to move them by myself?!?!?! Finally my Italian Long Island loudmouth friend showed up to help. They moved the bags. Thank you Christine. I will forever be grateful.
Finally I had had enough. On the way to the new place, I called the moving company and asked their scheduler to take them off the afternoon job (which was bigger than mine) because the guys were so bent out of shape. If they were pissed off now, I knew that they would be beyond pissed when they got to the new place with three flights of stairs. I told him my situation and that I really couldn't handle the attitudes around me. Please do something so they won't be so nasty. They got taken off the afternoon job. The attitudes got better.
Again, Christine came to the rescue. She unpacked my entire kitchen. Mom played traffic cop with the movers and Dick assembled my rocking chair and some other things.
About 4:00 I was done. I needed to lay down and rest. I needed to take a shower.
Ahhhh... a nice hot shower.
Nope.
The pilot light which I thought was lit for two weeks was not. And after three tries it still wouldn't light. Goddammit.
At this point it's 6:00 PM. I call SDG&E. They say they'll be out sometime before midnight. Goddammit. They show up about 45 minutes later (thank you!!!) and there was so much air in the line that it took over 30 seconds to bleed it out. They guy pulled out a huge crescent wrench and twisted a nut and out it came. Definantely something I couldn't have done on my own.
Hot water by 8:00. It was the best shower I ever took.
posted by Mama Moon | 7:45 AM
1 Comments:
I'm sorry the move was so rough. Bet it feel good though to have it over with!
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