Moving company must die.
it's now been two weeks (9-10 business days) since my things have been picked up in Boston.
I just today talked to someone from the company--actually, she called me--and they said that my stuff is presently in New fucking York, but leaving on a truck headed vaguely this way and due here in "less than seven days." Her estimate is based on the fact that it takes seven days to get to California from New York.
How the fuck does it take a WEEK to drive across the country (a week and two days if they use the "business days" cop-out)? What, are they visiting every major museum on the way down? Are they going to spend a day in Destin, FL, scoping out beach bunnies?
I didn't (well, my mother did) pay exorbitant moving fees to have to wait three fucking weeks to get my stuff back. Nonsense! I should have just gone UPS or something.
Every day they fail to deliver my belongings is another day I have to live with the loons here at my mother's house. It gets extremely tiresome, but unless I want to sit on my ass and play Sega Genesis all day at my apartment, I've really got no better choice. My computer is being shipped, obviously, and it won't get here until my other shit does. And everyone knows that if I disappear from internet land for a week, I'll be completely forgotten about.
What bothers me most is that I simply lack in cooking supplies so unless I want to borrow from here or buy kitchen set (which I'm having shipped too!), I'm limited to four plates, four bowls, four glasses, and no utensils as yet. Can't use my range or my oven or prepare much of anything. It blows. :(
Someone needs to come over and make the time pass.
I just today talked to someone from the company--actually, she called me--and they said that my stuff is presently in New fucking York, but leaving on a truck headed vaguely this way and due here in "less than seven days." Her estimate is based on the fact that it takes seven days to get to California from New York.
How the fuck does it take a WEEK to drive across the country (a week and two days if they use the "business days" cop-out)? What, are they visiting every major museum on the way down? Are they going to spend a day in Destin, FL, scoping out beach bunnies?
I didn't (well, my mother did) pay exorbitant moving fees to have to wait three fucking weeks to get my stuff back. Nonsense! I should have just gone UPS or something.
Every day they fail to deliver my belongings is another day I have to live with the loons here at my mother's house. It gets extremely tiresome, but unless I want to sit on my ass and play Sega Genesis all day at my apartment, I've really got no better choice. My computer is being shipped, obviously, and it won't get here until my other shit does. And everyone knows that if I disappear from internet land for a week, I'll be completely forgotten about.
What bothers me most is that I simply lack in cooking supplies so unless I want to borrow from here or buy kitchen set (which I'm having shipped too!), I'm limited to four plates, four bowls, four glasses, and no utensils as yet. Can't use my range or my oven or prepare much of anything. It blows. :(
Someone needs to come over and make the time pass.