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Oh dear god....
Ever have a day where you expect something to take 2-3 hours and it ends up taking about 14? AND you find out that the next few days of your life will involve dealing with this problem for probably a total of another 12-18 hours?
Well that was me yesterday.
So my parents call me and ask me to be at my grandmothers new apt at around 8 am, because thats' when the moving men are showing up. I'm to be there to just to make sure everything happens smoothly. No big deal. After they drop everything at my grandmothers house, I give them directions to my parents house and follow them there so they can drop a few things there and I'm done for the day.
This is in no way is what actually happened.
Dear god..where do I begin...there are so many rant worthy moments that happened yesterday...I don't want to bore you with all the petty details, but I also want you to understand the full scope of hell that yesterday was...Let me hit the highlights....
Movers show up around 9. They can't get the truck close to the building, so they need to rent a U-haul so it can be a shuttle truck. That costs extra, it's in the contract. Plus, they only accept cash. Not the cashiers check my grandmother has. So she's calling my uncle in seattle to fix this. My uncle then has to call the movers in Florida. So we sit and wait. As a CDL driver, I belive them when they say they can't get the truck around. It's two 90 degree turns within 30 feet. It's an 80 foot truck.
Long story short: We need to go get cash, the movers have to get a shuttle truck. So we do, and we wait for them. While we wait, my grandmother shares way too much with me about her life. I'm working on blocking some of that out, so I'm not going to dwell on that part of the story.
Movers show up, want payment before they unload. It says so in the contract. She didn't read the contract before she signed it, but she still wants to argue this point. More phone calls accross the country ensue. But you can't argue a signed contract. If only I'd had some power in this transaction, things would have gone so much faster. LSS, they get the money. They unload.
They proceed to unload enough stuff to fill an apartment about 3 times the size of my grandmothers place. She got rid of NOTHING when she moved up from Florida. NOTHING. SHE PACKED PLASTIC FORKS AND TOILET PAPER! Not just a few rolls either....like 60 rolls of TP. Apparently we don't have TP here in Maryland. Paper towels...same deal. And nicknacks...dear god the nicknacks...Three sets of "See No, Hear No, Speak no evil" monkeys...dozens of little statues and wall hangings and lamps...oh dear god..so much crap... AND MORE CLOTHING THAN ME AND KAYCE AND YOU PUT TOGEATHER! (and Kayce has a lot of clothes.)
Oh, and she knows EXACTLY how she wants the furnature arranged. And she apparently didn't bother to MEASURE any of the furnature. Because none of it will fit in the spaces she wants them in. And it takes some major convincing to get her to believe these basic laws of space and time. (8 foot long object will not fit in 7 foot long space)
They finish unloading the truck. My grandmothers apartment now looks like a storage locker. Or maybe someone's garage. 23 boxes left to unpack (I was unpacking like crazy while they were unloading, which, I might add, my grandmother yelled at me for, saying I shouldn't be helping them). But they still had to drop stuff off at my parents house. So I give them VERY good directions, hop in my car and hit the road, leaving my grandmother stuck amongst the boxes of stuff. I tell her I shall return, and I'll bring her the meds she's been talking about all day and my dad has gotten for her.
I'll skip this part of the story for the most part. Lets just say that it was a lot of stuff to go into my parents garage and I'm taking some of it. Highlights: My mom had emergency dental surgury while I was dealing with boxes and grandmothers. So her day sucked too. And comming home to find out that half of her garage was being filled with crap that should have been given away or thrown out in Florida did not improve her day.
So I get what I need from my parents house (they even give me a new computer monitor!) and head back to my grandmothers place. And I begin unpacking. And Unpacking. And Unpacking. Getting more and more aggrivated because I keep finding things that should have been thrown away. Things no rational human being would pay a moving company to pack up and ship up the eastern seaboard. Like...MORE FUCKING TP!.
So she wants me to hook her TV up. No problem. I'll get right on that. I get it all hooked up. She says to me, "Can you get the remotes out for me, they're in the bedside table." Now there are two bedside tables. I search both, and I am suprised to find that they are, in fact, FULL OF STUFF! Ditto for her dresser and her arm-war(I'm not even trying to spell that). SHE NOT ONLY HAS LIKE 30 BOXES OF STUFF BUT SHE SHIPPED HER FURNATURE WHILE IT WAS FULL!
"Full of what?" you might ask. FULL OF ALL KINDS OF CRAP THAT ANY SANE HUMAN BEING WOULD THROW OUT OR GIVE AWAY BEFORE MOVING! And who gets to sort all that crap out? Me. Because I don't have a day job. Because when the rest of my family says they don't want to deal with it, it always falls on me.
So...I'm going back there today. And probably tommorow. And probably thursday as well. So much for anything I wanted to get done this week. Going to the gym, spending time with friends, seeing a movie.... Thank god I have Midsummer rehersals to break up the day and give me a reason to not be there all night long.
This.....sucks.
Ever have a day where you expect something to take 2-3 hours and it ends up taking about 14? AND you find out that the next few days of your life will involve dealing with this problem for probably a total of another 12-18 hours?
Well that was me yesterday.
So my parents call me and ask me to be at my grandmothers new apt at around 8 am, because thats' when the moving men are showing up. I'm to be there to just to make sure everything happens smoothly. No big deal. After they drop everything at my grandmothers house, I give them directions to my parents house and follow them there so they can drop a few things there and I'm done for the day.
This is in no way is what actually happened.
Dear god..where do I begin...there are so many rant worthy moments that happened yesterday...I don't want to bore you with all the petty details, but I also want you to understand the full scope of hell that yesterday was...Let me hit the highlights....
Movers show up around 9. They can't get the truck close to the building, so they need to rent a U-haul so it can be a shuttle truck. That costs extra, it's in the contract. Plus, they only accept cash. Not the cashiers check my grandmother has. So she's calling my uncle in seattle to fix this. My uncle then has to call the movers in Florida. So we sit and wait. As a CDL driver, I belive them when they say they can't get the truck around. It's two 90 degree turns within 30 feet. It's an 80 foot truck.
Long story short: We need to go get cash, the movers have to get a shuttle truck. So we do, and we wait for them. While we wait, my grandmother shares way too much with me about her life. I'm working on blocking some of that out, so I'm not going to dwell on that part of the story.
Movers show up, want payment before they unload. It says so in the contract. She didn't read the contract before she signed it, but she still wants to argue this point. More phone calls accross the country ensue. But you can't argue a signed contract. If only I'd had some power in this transaction, things would have gone so much faster. LSS, they get the money. They unload.
They proceed to unload enough stuff to fill an apartment about 3 times the size of my grandmothers place. She got rid of NOTHING when she moved up from Florida. NOTHING. SHE PACKED PLASTIC FORKS AND TOILET PAPER! Not just a few rolls either....like 60 rolls of TP. Apparently we don't have TP here in Maryland. Paper towels...same deal. And nicknacks...dear god the nicknacks...Three sets of "See No, Hear No, Speak no evil" monkeys...dozens of little statues and wall hangings and lamps...oh dear god..so much crap... AND MORE CLOTHING THAN ME AND KAYCE AND YOU PUT TOGEATHER! (and Kayce has a lot of clothes.)
Oh, and she knows EXACTLY how she wants the furnature arranged. And she apparently didn't bother to MEASURE any of the furnature. Because none of it will fit in the spaces she wants them in. And it takes some major convincing to get her to believe these basic laws of space and time. (8 foot long object will not fit in 7 foot long space)
They finish unloading the truck. My grandmothers apartment now looks like a storage locker. Or maybe someone's garage. 23 boxes left to unpack (I was unpacking like crazy while they were unloading, which, I might add, my grandmother yelled at me for, saying I shouldn't be helping them). But they still had to drop stuff off at my parents house. So I give them VERY good directions, hop in my car and hit the road, leaving my grandmother stuck amongst the boxes of stuff. I tell her I shall return, and I'll bring her the meds she's been talking about all day and my dad has gotten for her.
I'll skip this part of the story for the most part. Lets just say that it was a lot of stuff to go into my parents garage and I'm taking some of it. Highlights: My mom had emergency dental surgury while I was dealing with boxes and grandmothers. So her day sucked too. And comming home to find out that half of her garage was being filled with crap that should have been given away or thrown out in Florida did not improve her day.
So I get what I need from my parents house (they even give me a new computer monitor!) and head back to my grandmothers place. And I begin unpacking. And Unpacking. And Unpacking. Getting more and more aggrivated because I keep finding things that should have been thrown away. Things no rational human being would pay a moving company to pack up and ship up the eastern seaboard. Like...MORE FUCKING TP!.
So she wants me to hook her TV up. No problem. I'll get right on that. I get it all hooked up. She says to me, "Can you get the remotes out for me, they're in the bedside table." Now there are two bedside tables. I search both, and I am suprised to find that they are, in fact, FULL OF STUFF! Ditto for her dresser and her arm-war(I'm not even trying to spell that). SHE NOT ONLY HAS LIKE 30 BOXES OF STUFF BUT SHE SHIPPED HER FURNATURE WHILE IT WAS FULL!
"Full of what?" you might ask. FULL OF ALL KINDS OF CRAP THAT ANY SANE HUMAN BEING WOULD THROW OUT OR GIVE AWAY BEFORE MOVING! And who gets to sort all that crap out? Me. Because I don't have a day job. Because when the rest of my family says they don't want to deal with it, it always falls on me.
So...I'm going back there today. And probably tommorow. And probably thursday as well. So much for anything I wanted to get done this week. Going to the gym, spending time with friends, seeing a movie.... Thank god I have Midsummer rehersals to break up the day and give me a reason to not be there all night long.
This.....sucks.