Nose 'splodeys.
So we're in the process of moving the shop from on location to another, conveniently located one door away. There were people in that space before, a metaphysical shop with crystals, an oxygen bar and meditation classes. They posted their hours daily on facebook, then proceeded to not show up. We watched tons of people walk up to their store, try the door, peer inside then shrug and leave. Then they'd come in the next day, late, and complain because "there's no foot traffic in this town." When we moved in to the space we're currently moving out of, they complained to the building owner that with all our flour we have blowing around, we'd contaminated their work space and that we had to go. Our building owner, being a gentlemanly old racist, asked us if we "had any fucking flour in here?" Nope, we haven't even opened up a grain bag. They were complaining about some gypsum that'd been tracked everywhere when we took a non-load bearing wall down. It got all over stuff, we tried everything to remove it. It eventually washed away. They complained that having Celiac made it an unsafe work environment. Turns out they were just new age hippy assholes who always seemed angry about everything. I would have recommended an oxygen bar or some meditation for that anger, but that place was probably closed.
The owner kicked them out instead of us. They moved to another small town and didn't leave the keys.
Now, we have their space. However, they failed to cancel their cable account, electric account or water account. None of that is too awful, except with cable they had phone service and the FCC won't allow a number to be discontinued unless the person on the account, no matter how delinquent, says so. Or so the cable company says. This means no service transfer until they contact the former occupants, who are still using the same number but aren't answering. Anyway, we're working on it. As I write this, the people moving into this space is moving their stuff in. We'd agreed to let them move all the heavy stuff in and we'd be out by Thursday, but now they want us out tonight. Told them that's not happening. Wednesday at the earliest. Building owner is trying to play the peacekeeper.
So, today has been hectic. At one point I had a customer who was asking questions, no big deal. I was ringing him out and the phone rang. It was the cable company. I started talking to him and noticed my nose was about to trickle blood. I went next door to where my business partner was and tried to get his attention whilst on the phone with the cable company. My partner was vacuuming and didn't notice me, and I couldn't go to where he was because the cable guy had some important stuff for me that couldn't wait AND my guest was still waiting for me to finalize the payment. So I sucked it up, literally, and finished the transaction. Sniffle sniffle, sniffle sniffle. Payment made, hands of shakery exchanged, guest leaves. Kablooey! I blew blood all over my hand and tissue I'd sneaked in. Went to the bathroom, lady moving in is busy mopping the floor. So I went to Deli, past horrified guests seeing the blood coming off my hands, and blew my bloody nose in their toilet for a while. Then I cleaned up and went back to work.
Fun.
The owner kicked them out instead of us. They moved to another small town and didn't leave the keys.
Now, we have their space. However, they failed to cancel their cable account, electric account or water account. None of that is too awful, except with cable they had phone service and the FCC won't allow a number to be discontinued unless the person on the account, no matter how delinquent, says so. Or so the cable company says. This means no service transfer until they contact the former occupants, who are still using the same number but aren't answering. Anyway, we're working on it. As I write this, the people moving into this space is moving their stuff in. We'd agreed to let them move all the heavy stuff in and we'd be out by Thursday, but now they want us out tonight. Told them that's not happening. Wednesday at the earliest. Building owner is trying to play the peacekeeper.
So, today has been hectic. At one point I had a customer who was asking questions, no big deal. I was ringing him out and the phone rang. It was the cable company. I started talking to him and noticed my nose was about to trickle blood. I went next door to where my business partner was and tried to get his attention whilst on the phone with the cable company. My partner was vacuuming and didn't notice me, and I couldn't go to where he was because the cable guy had some important stuff for me that couldn't wait AND my guest was still waiting for me to finalize the payment. So I sucked it up, literally, and finished the transaction. Sniffle sniffle, sniffle sniffle. Payment made, hands of shakery exchanged, guest leaves. Kablooey! I blew blood all over my hand and tissue I'd sneaked in. Went to the bathroom, lady moving in is busy mopping the floor. So I went to Deli, past horrified guests seeing the blood coming off my hands, and blew my bloody nose in their toilet for a while. Then I cleaned up and went back to work.
Fun.