grrr....
When the movers brought the stuff my parents shipped us, I said we were short an item. Mr. Kit and the movers insisted we were not, I'd just counted wrong, etc. etc. Eventually I backed off, assuming that as usual I'd done some dumb math thing and surely Mr. Kit was right and I was wrong.
I WAS NOT WRONG! I AM MISSING 4 BOOKSHELVES! They said the bookshelves were in the cardboard box. They were not; there is some artwork of mine and a wedding collage my mother had made in there. (Parts of which have shifted in unattractive ways, dammit.) One of my glass-fronted bookcases has shelves in two parts, and I am missing 2 shelves worth of parts. 4 parts entirely. How am I supposed to put books away in a bookshelf missing over half its shelves?
I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!
Moral: don't fucking listen to the movers or Mr. Kit. They have no fucking idea what they are talking about, and I do. Also, open all boxes immediately to determine if movers are LYING.
~kit~
I WAS NOT WRONG! I AM MISSING 4 BOOKSHELVES! They said the bookshelves were in the cardboard box. They were not; there is some artwork of mine and a wedding collage my mother had made in there. (Parts of which have shifted in unattractive ways, dammit.) One of my glass-fronted bookcases has shelves in two parts, and I am missing 2 shelves worth of parts. 4 parts entirely. How am I supposed to put books away in a bookshelf missing over half its shelves?
I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!
Moral: don't fucking listen to the movers or Mr. Kit. They have no fucking idea what they are talking about, and I do. Also, open all boxes immediately to determine if movers are LYING.
~kit~